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Chapter 2: A Really Long Day
The birds chirped through the trees as the survivor of the Gordon Freeman massacre continued his trip to the next Combine outpost. "I hope they didn't meet Gordon yet..." thought the soldier to himself as he gripped his machine gun tightly. The sky was darker then it was during the daytime, signaling that night was coming too hide the evils that lurked in the night. "I'd better get to that outpost soon." noted the survivor as he kept a weary eye on the forest edges, being cautious of what was in there.
Howls began to fill the still, night air. The soldier stopped dead in his tracks and looked around. "What was that?" he asked himself, hoping someone would answer his question. No time to try and develop an answer, the zombies flew out of the forest with deadly speed. Bright flashes and screeches followed the emergence of the zombies. The machine gun ripped through zombie skulls like a knife through warm butter. "I can't waste my ammo on these things, they're endless!" he exclaimed to no one in particular.
A dozen or so zombies flooded the lone member while he was attempting to run in the direction of the outpost. Whilst running, the survivor managed to fire off a few more good rounds, killing a majority of the zombies that were hunting him down. Both of the parties stopped when they hear whirling in the sky. From behind the mountains, a Combine drop ship appeared. It instantly opened fire on the remainder of the zombies, wiping them out with extreme ease. The drop ship lowered itself enough for the contents inside to be let out, Combine elite.
Their suits made them look like ghosts, but they were definitely NOT ghosts, because these "Elite" were far more dangerous. "Have you been infected?" asked one of the elite Combine as he raised his pulse rifle up to meet the survivor's chest. "No.." replied the Combine soldier, lowering his weapon to signal that he was in no way a threat to the elite. After some silence, the elite Combine soldier spoke, "Get in the ship, we have to get back to base..Gordon Freeman is almost there." ordered the soldier as he turned and went into the ship. "I hate the Elite..always trying to boss their subordinates around..I could do a better job handling this whole situation.." thought the soldier to himself as he briskly followed suit and moved into the ship.
The drop ship moved through the night sky silently, attempting to mask it's sound so Gordon Freeman would not be able to catch them off guard. "What happened to your squad?" asked an Elite. "Gordon Freeman happened.." replied the soldier. A collection of nods halted anymore unnecessary questioning. The survivor felt the ship decrease in speed and altitude, "We made it alive.." noticed the survivor as he looked around at the Elite. "INCOMING RPG! INCOMING RPG! BRACE FOR IMPACT!" shouted a voice through the speakers. The elite, and the survivor braced themselves for the impact of the rocket.
A near perfect shot hit the drop ship's engine. The ship's altitude was dramatically decreasing, and everyone knew what was about to happen to them. Almost like a boxer being knocked out in the first round, the ship hit the dirt with a deadly force that knocked all of the soldiers inside around. The pilot was unlucky, and went through the windshield at the point of impact. The hatch opened up and the remaining soldiers filed out, looking around frantically. "Get your bearings and be ready! That bastard could be anywhere!" spat out one of the Elite. "It doesn't matter..Gordon's going to kill everyone here.." spoke the soldier too anyone who was listening to him. A few of them turned their heads too look at the survivor in disgust, but you couldn't tell that from just looking at them.
Gordon was like a chess player. He had the Elite right where he wanted them and he was about to take them all out systematically. He noticed the survivor of the first encounter looming with the Elite. Gordon chucked a grenade over the area where the soldiers were and started a dead sprint to the bottom of the cliff using his H.E.V suit's speed increase ability. The grenade bounced off the cliff side as it made it's way to the feet of the many Elite Combine who had not noticed it's arrival.
The explosion rocked them. Many flew through the sky and really looked like ghosts floating in the sky. The ones who did not die fired in every possible direction. Gordon appeared like a silhouette of death and dispatched the stragglers with his shotgun. The survivor was knocked back by the blast and he laid in the dirt, trying to get his focus back. Gordon looked around to see if everyone was dead. He nodded to himself and disappeared from the wreckage of the drop ship. "I got lucky again.." thought the Combine soldier to himself as he stood himself up and saw the death that Gordon Freeman caused.
Dropping the useless machine gun, the soldier picked up a Pulse Rifle and walked towards the outpost briskly. Upon reaching his destination the soldier had seen that it was now a flaming hell. "Gordon got to them.." The twice survivor took his time searching the destroyed outpost, in hopes of finding someone else, or maybe some kind of radio so he could call for support. No luck, of course. Gordon Freeman had made sure to clean up his mess and take out any communications. "I wish that blast would've killed me.." spoke the Combine soldier out loud as he walked through the make-shift facility. He noticed a set of keys gripped in a dead soldier's hand. "The keys to a transport.." spoke the soldier as if someone would agree with him.
Keys in hand, the Combine soldier made his way to the only surviving piece of Combine equipment, a Combine transport vehicle. "Let's hope the training actually paid off.." spoke the soldier as he stepped into the vehicle and made himself comfortable with the controls. "Good..," the soldier nodded, "Everything is how I expected it. I think it's time I made it too the last outpost, I doubt Gordon could have made it there..it's a good 50 miles up the path, plus the zombies would be scouring the places like vultures.." reassured the soldier to himself as he took off from the destroyed outpost.