I was bored, it's nothing great but I like it.
Today seemed to be like any other day, the normal smell of oil, and the low smog covering this small, barren city. Except, today was a bit different. I don’t remember where I am, how I got here, and what I’m doing here. There was no-one around, just a few empty beds with no covers, all the windows broken as if shot from the outside. As I move from room to room, I notice small patches of blood, spreading from the dining table to the kitchen. What happened here? I thought to myself. My head was pounding like it was hit by a truck.
There was no front door, just rusted hinges, wanting to hold something. I noticed bullet shells in the hallway, covering most of the floor. But no bodies, no blood….nothing. I looked up at a sign that pointed to the stairs, rusted, falling apart, I carefully make my way to the bottom of the building.
I finally reach the bottom, making my way through the maze of broken tables and chairs. The door of the building was broken down from the outside; it lay silently, surrounded by bullet shells. As I made my way onto the street, I noticed a few empty smoke grenade shells on the floor. Some were inside, one or two lay outside. There were two blown up vehicle wrecks, one against the wall and the other closer to the building. One was still on fire; the smell of burnt rubber filled the air, a smell that would eat at your brain after only a few minutes.
I lost my sense of direction; I have no idea where to go or who to go to. A slow wind started to pick up, leaves floating in the air like they have no care in the world. I heard a Combine helicopter in the distance; it’s definitely looking for something, it’s also coming this way. I quickly looked around me, looking for a place where I can hide. They might not be looking for me but I’m sure as hell not going to find out. I spot a dumpster about two blocks away, I decided to run. The helicopter seems to be getting closer and closer with each step I take, and with each step I take the slower I get. I kept on running, my body says no but my mind says yes. This is the part where your lungs have a small reaction with cold air and it burns, but your blood needs the oxygen so you keep breathing faster and faster. Your legs start to cramp up as they feel heavier every time your foot slams on the concrete. I wish I had proper shoes, but they are hard to find these days, so every step feels like I’m landing on the concrete from 10 feet up.
The helicopter is only a few miles away, but the sounds make it seem as if it is right behind you. I can see the dumpster’s lid is open, so all I have to do is jump and hope my aim is good. I quicken my breathing so I can somehow gather my last bit of energy to make this jump.
Only a few more feet I tell myself, I feel my legs beginning to rebel against the rest of my body. I know they don’t want to run anymore, but it’s almost over. I’m almost there. I gather my last bit of energy and take the jump, a jump that can decide my fate, whether I will either live or die. I jump, taking a small boost from a pile of bricks, not knowing that one might give away. I slip, slamming into the dumpster. It felt like I was hit by a bus, my entire right side felt numb. I lay there silently between the rubble and the dumpster. Moving only makes the pain worse. I could hear the helicopter slowly flying overhead, they obviously didn’t spot me.
I was about to try and get up when I heard the siren from one of their patrol cars. It’s the kind of sound that will give you nightmares, the kind that drives into your skull and makes you go crazy. I must be lucky today because it just drove by at about 50miles per hour. It is strange because patrols cars do exactly that, patrol the streets. There’s no way you can patrol a street at that speed, they must be looking for someone, or even some thing.
I did hear rumors that the Combine forces were experimenting with humans, trying to make them stronger, faster and better. In the end they all turn out like drones, mindlessly walking around what we call the Citadel, a tower that stretches into the heavens. No human can build such a structure, and no human did. I haven’t seen a Combine without his mask, but I know there’s nothing human under there.
The pain is rushing through my body; I start to shake, even in this hot weather. Everything seems to be blurring out, I must be going in shock, I hate darkness, it’s one of the reasons I don’t sleep. I try to stay awake, but my body won’t let me. I push myself behind the dumpster; I hold my legs in my arms. I can feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness, until finally, I pass out.
I don’t like the dark
Today seemed to be like any other day, the normal smell of oil, and the low smog covering this small, barren city. Except, today was a bit different. I don’t remember where I am, how I got here, and what I’m doing here. There was no-one around, just a few empty beds with no covers, all the windows broken as if shot from the outside. As I move from room to room, I notice small patches of blood, spreading from the dining table to the kitchen. What happened here? I thought to myself. My head was pounding like it was hit by a truck.
There was no front door, just rusted hinges, wanting to hold something. I noticed bullet shells in the hallway, covering most of the floor. But no bodies, no blood….nothing. I looked up at a sign that pointed to the stairs, rusted, falling apart, I carefully make my way to the bottom of the building.
I finally reach the bottom, making my way through the maze of broken tables and chairs. The door of the building was broken down from the outside; it lay silently, surrounded by bullet shells. As I made my way onto the street, I noticed a few empty smoke grenade shells on the floor. Some were inside, one or two lay outside. There were two blown up vehicle wrecks, one against the wall and the other closer to the building. One was still on fire; the smell of burnt rubber filled the air, a smell that would eat at your brain after only a few minutes.
I lost my sense of direction; I have no idea where to go or who to go to. A slow wind started to pick up, leaves floating in the air like they have no care in the world. I heard a Combine helicopter in the distance; it’s definitely looking for something, it’s also coming this way. I quickly looked around me, looking for a place where I can hide. They might not be looking for me but I’m sure as hell not going to find out. I spot a dumpster about two blocks away, I decided to run. The helicopter seems to be getting closer and closer with each step I take, and with each step I take the slower I get. I kept on running, my body says no but my mind says yes. This is the part where your lungs have a small reaction with cold air and it burns, but your blood needs the oxygen so you keep breathing faster and faster. Your legs start to cramp up as they feel heavier every time your foot slams on the concrete. I wish I had proper shoes, but they are hard to find these days, so every step feels like I’m landing on the concrete from 10 feet up.
The helicopter is only a few miles away, but the sounds make it seem as if it is right behind you. I can see the dumpster’s lid is open, so all I have to do is jump and hope my aim is good. I quicken my breathing so I can somehow gather my last bit of energy to make this jump.
Only a few more feet I tell myself, I feel my legs beginning to rebel against the rest of my body. I know they don’t want to run anymore, but it’s almost over. I’m almost there. I gather my last bit of energy and take the jump, a jump that can decide my fate, whether I will either live or die. I jump, taking a small boost from a pile of bricks, not knowing that one might give away. I slip, slamming into the dumpster. It felt like I was hit by a bus, my entire right side felt numb. I lay there silently between the rubble and the dumpster. Moving only makes the pain worse. I could hear the helicopter slowly flying overhead, they obviously didn’t spot me.
I was about to try and get up when I heard the siren from one of their patrol cars. It’s the kind of sound that will give you nightmares, the kind that drives into your skull and makes you go crazy. I must be lucky today because it just drove by at about 50miles per hour. It is strange because patrols cars do exactly that, patrol the streets. There’s no way you can patrol a street at that speed, they must be looking for someone, or even some thing.
I did hear rumors that the Combine forces were experimenting with humans, trying to make them stronger, faster and better. In the end they all turn out like drones, mindlessly walking around what we call the Citadel, a tower that stretches into the heavens. No human can build such a structure, and no human did. I haven’t seen a Combine without his mask, but I know there’s nothing human under there.
The pain is rushing through my body; I start to shake, even in this hot weather. Everything seems to be blurring out, I must be going in shock, I hate darkness, it’s one of the reasons I don’t sleep. I try to stay awake, but my body won’t let me. I push myself behind the dumpster; I hold my legs in my arms. I can feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness, until finally, I pass out.
I don’t like the dark
