Life Forgotten: A Half-Life Alternate Universe

by orangebinned

The one in the suit is fed up with his employers. After preserving Gordon Freeman and his friends, leading them to build the resistance against the Combine, Gordon is sent to City 17 at the most oppertune time. The idea of respite is intcing for the one in the suit, however it's intentions have been skewed because of his employers, leaving it with a target on their head.

2. Zero

That day will haunt me far after I die. Eternally it will torture me. May 16 2001 is my fault, the day I let hell invade earth. The tortured screams of billions doomed will forever be a weight on my soul. I could've said no. Objected.

I was knocked out by an arch of green electricity so hot that when I awoke I could smell my flesh burning. The last thing I heard before that were the desperate screams of scared men pleading with god to spare them.

When I made my way to the airlock corridor I was hit with the smell of fresh death. A scientist performing CPR on a security guard unfortunately was out of vain. There was no going back, let him rest. Normalcy is long gone. I walked farther and farther. Run, Think, Kill, Survive.

I found Kleiner and Eli, they were safe. I hope they're safe now. Eli sent me topside to call for help. There was no help. Help collapsed in on itself, imploded.

I made my way to an elevator, it snapped in front of my eyes. Panicked screams, then impact. Crushed.

Barney offered to cover me, but our paths split shortly after. I hope he's safe, too. I wonder how much is too much? Not just physically but mentally.

I saw a headcrab attack a man, I found out that the host body doesn't die. He was in agony, not dead. I killed him for his sake. I had to get used to this. Maybe death is a better fate.

Nobody knew what to do. Marines came for coverup, they had no chance containing this. Calculated military assignments quickly turned into thoughtless brutality. They were instructed to kill all, human and others.

They had no chance and they knew it. Their tactic was blitzkrieg, destroy all. They were doing what I was doing. Run, Think, Kill, Survive.

I was captured and dumped in the garbage compactor. I made my way back out successfully. As I made my way to the lambda lab friendly fire began. Chaos ensued, thousands dead. Screams begging for humanity still resonate. 'Forget about Freeman' they said. 'Every man is now on his own, cut your losses or pull out'. Bombings commenced shortly afterward.

A missile was launched to possibly repair the rift. I was sent to Xen to kill the thing keeping it open. I did as I was told.

A conservatively dressed man commended my work and 'employed' me.

Now, I sleep in this purgatory of sensory deprivation. Waiting.

Whoever he is, whatever he is; he frightens me. I can only wait for my assignment. I didn't have a choice in this anyway.

So it begins, whatever this chapter in my life could possibly entail remains unknown.

Gordon Freeman, PhD