Chapter.1 - Complexity
It's been ten years since the black mesa incident. But i can still remember every detail of it, like it was yesterday. It felt like an endless cycle of suffering and pain. I have lost so many friends... You cannot belive. And these days, I have to fight for my life against a race I don't understand. I'm in a safe room now, but not for long. I only have little time... Alright, I need to tell the world about the incident. In my perspective. The perspective of an ex-HECU marine.
*mic turns on* "Hello, and again welcome to the Black Mesa high-speed tram system. This tram is expected to arrive at sector A practice dormitories at 6:30AM. Current time is... 10 past 6AM. The Black Mesa compound has provided an easy and safe tram system for employers or visitors only. If you attempt to smoke, eat or drink in the high speed tram, you will need to board off the tram immediately at the next station. If any sort of radioactive or hazardous material haz entered the high speed tram, a geiger meter will activate so that you, and other traveling people safely can exit the vehicle."
The computer voice of the tram continued talking about the basic stuff. The things we all hear every single morning. After a while, the voice will be on your head and you will know every sentence of the entire ride, and belive me it gets to you.
"Now ariving at Sector A practice dormitories. Have a very safe and productive day." I walk out of tram on to the station platform where i expect one of the security guards to let me in. But something felt out of place. It felt like something was going to happen. Something very, very bad. Then i hear a strong irritated voice and i get back from my regular day-dreaming.
"Look at you dirtbag. Still here in the practice dormitories. Haven't you heard the good news? They had to close this shit down beacuse of malfunctions. So now you are standing here like an idiot trying to get in. Pathetic soldier, you should be on the battlefield!" I responsed as every marine always does. "SIR YES SIR!" The voice continues to nag at me.
"I am the one that always need to handle scumbags like you. Gettin' in the wrong place once is once to much! Just wait for the next train to arrive dirtbag and I guarantee you'll get in the right place. You hear me soldier?" I respond the same way as always. "SIR YES SIR!" "Good sport! Get your wimpy ass on the train and stay there till you are in the right place!"
I hear him walk away with heavy steps the same time I hear the train slowly slows down with a loud *skreeek* at the same moments it stops. I board the train again and then i realise something. If an HECU squad leader was here at Black Mesa, something big must be going on.