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I wrote this at 3 in the morning, I started getting a little tired and it kinda deminished the work a little. I made the mistake of saving over the same file, so I can't really go back and correct my mistakes being as how I used Notepad. I also did a little patch up work in the middle of the story while getting tired, this is just a rough draft though so...tell me what you think of the premise so far. constructive criticism I guess. OH AND I dont own half-life 2 or any of its characters.
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The full moon cast shadows over the city, where burning bins, enfolded apartments
and rubble polute the streets. A man walks threw this so-called city kicking a
can completly oblivious to the gunshots and collapsing buildings around him. This
man was no ordinary man, however, he was the resistance's hope to put an end to this urban masacre, he was the moderen day hero, he was anonymous.
The man wore a skin-tight suit made of black rubber. His head was covered by a helmet that fit acordingly,
this helmet was his eyes and ears. his only outlook was threw his helmets tools - night-vision and echolocation.
He was shut off from the world, the way he liked it
Walking down the streets the man was in deep thought thinking of such things as the war, his family, his friends, the past,
the future. Those thought's were nothing more then wishfull thinking at this point in life, nothing more then memories.
Down the streets an echo of the can being kicked grabbed the attention of a few
combine soldiers. "you hear that?" the first soldier asked, the second one nodded in response.
"what do you think it is.." he continued, not really caring "I don't know, best to check it out anyways." The soldiers headed down the streets in
formation and crouched up behind a car.
The second soldier leaned up a little, pulled out nightvision telenoculors and zoomed in, he seen
the figure of a man. "a trespasser" he said. both of the soldiers stood up in unison, they got the silhouette of the man in their crosshairs, loaded their automatics and started firing down the street.
The gun fire lightend up the surroundings while the noxious fumes of gunsmoke filled the air
*click click click* their guns went after an interlude.
"go check it out." the first soldier said, while reloading "alright" the second soldier responded while walking cautiously down the streets.
He got up to the body, but to only find half-torn pants
and a shirt, "what the ****?" the soldier whispered wide-eyed.
The crumble of bricks from inside a surrounding building grabbed his already perked attention, he gave a kneck-brake look towards the building.
"WELL!" the first soldier yelled out from up the street "IS HE DEAD?!?".
The second soldier raised his gun towards the building "N.." before he could finish his O a figure came from behind and stabbed him in the back with a katana, it was the anonymous man.
The man withdrew his katana quickly and jumped 12 feet into the air, balancing himself on the powerlines while the soldiers body fell right to the ground.
"damn it." the soldier said to himself, while getting his telenoculors. he looked down the street and searched a little until he saw the second soldier lying on his back
"oh ****!" he said while dropping his equipment and activaly searching for his guns trigger. He loaded the clips bullets in the chamber and started firing off rounds randomly down the street, pings and twings echoed threw the desolate streets.
This didnt bother the anonymous man, who was steadily walking up the streets on the powerlines. The man jumped from the powerlines onto an apartment window's ledge next to him, he kept his eye on the soldier.
The man just sat their, ogling the soldier from the ledge, finding a little self-satisfaction with the fear he put into him.
At last he now knows what its like to have "the fear". *click* rang from the soldiers gun and before it gave another, a katana was already pierced in the chest of the soldiers body suit. The combine soldier, hunched
over the shoulder of the man looked up and said "wha... a..re you" "the last resistance."
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The full moon cast shadows over the city, where burning bins, enfolded apartments
and rubble polute the streets. A man walks threw this so-called city kicking a
can completly oblivious to the gunshots and collapsing buildings around him. This
man was no ordinary man, however, he was the resistance's hope to put an end to this urban masacre, he was the moderen day hero, he was anonymous.
The man wore a skin-tight suit made of black rubber. His head was covered by a helmet that fit acordingly,
this helmet was his eyes and ears. his only outlook was threw his helmets tools - night-vision and echolocation.
He was shut off from the world, the way he liked it
Walking down the streets the man was in deep thought thinking of such things as the war, his family, his friends, the past,
the future. Those thought's were nothing more then wishfull thinking at this point in life, nothing more then memories.
Down the streets an echo of the can being kicked grabbed the attention of a few
combine soldiers. "you hear that?" the first soldier asked, the second one nodded in response.
"what do you think it is.." he continued, not really caring "I don't know, best to check it out anyways." The soldiers headed down the streets in
formation and crouched up behind a car.
The second soldier leaned up a little, pulled out nightvision telenoculors and zoomed in, he seen
the figure of a man. "a trespasser" he said. both of the soldiers stood up in unison, they got the silhouette of the man in their crosshairs, loaded their automatics and started firing down the street.
The gun fire lightend up the surroundings while the noxious fumes of gunsmoke filled the air
*click click click* their guns went after an interlude.
"go check it out." the first soldier said, while reloading "alright" the second soldier responded while walking cautiously down the streets.
He got up to the body, but to only find half-torn pants
and a shirt, "what the ****?" the soldier whispered wide-eyed.
The crumble of bricks from inside a surrounding building grabbed his already perked attention, he gave a kneck-brake look towards the building.
"WELL!" the first soldier yelled out from up the street "IS HE DEAD?!?".
The second soldier raised his gun towards the building "N.." before he could finish his O a figure came from behind and stabbed him in the back with a katana, it was the anonymous man.
The man withdrew his katana quickly and jumped 12 feet into the air, balancing himself on the powerlines while the soldiers body fell right to the ground.
"damn it." the soldier said to himself, while getting his telenoculors. he looked down the street and searched a little until he saw the second soldier lying on his back
"oh ****!" he said while dropping his equipment and activaly searching for his guns trigger. He loaded the clips bullets in the chamber and started firing off rounds randomly down the street, pings and twings echoed threw the desolate streets.
This didnt bother the anonymous man, who was steadily walking up the streets on the powerlines. The man jumped from the powerlines onto an apartment window's ledge next to him, he kept his eye on the soldier.
The man just sat their, ogling the soldier from the ledge, finding a little self-satisfaction with the fear he put into him.
At last he now knows what its like to have "the fear". *click* rang from the soldiers gun and before it gave another, a katana was already pierced in the chest of the soldiers body suit. The combine soldier, hunched
over the shoulder of the man looked up and said "wha... a..re you" "the last resistance."
