Chapter 1:
Barney Calhoun gazed anxiously out the small window of the large van carrying them quickly away from the Black Mesa site. He could see nothing but the barren desert and clouds of sand being blown by persistent winds. The sun was beginning to set, casting a mixture of purple and pink stripes across a light blue sky. "Is everything alright back there, Calhoun?". Dr. Rosenberg asked. "Yeah, just about to nod off, doc", Barney answered blandly. "Well, we should be across the border in a few hours, I'm not quite sure what we'll do then but...", a low, cracking voice interrupted them. "What's the point, the military will be hunting for us, we won't last a day". "I'm sure the military sees us as the least of their worries, Simmons", the driver up front answered. "Yes, Simmons, don't worry we are safe for the time being, and if we encounter any trouble, Calhoun will be able handle it".
Barney secretly rolled his eyes. So, my job is to be their protector?. What about me. Does it matter what I want?. I guess I owe them a debt, but how long will this go on?. He sat back and closed his eyes. Atleast the horror was over, for now, atleast. He was almost asleep until he heard a loud crash, suddenly the van flipped upside down, and he heard a horrified scream from beside him and a sickening crunching sound. For a moment he lay upside down, dazed, but then the door was forced open by two of the scientists and he was dragged out of the burning vehicle.
Once on his feet, he saw the cause of the wreckage. A long, metallic pod poked up from the ground, sizzling the area surrounding it. A few headcrabs swarmed its bleakly charred carapass and Barney instinctively pulled out his weapon. "No, Calhoun, there's no telling what else lies inside, we're better off leaving", Dr. Rosenberg said. "Where?, there's nothing but desert all around us". "I think I saw the highway up ahead, we are not far from it, perhaps we can get a lift", Rosenberg replied. "Doubtful, but what choice do we have?, this van is a twisted piece of sh*t, there's no way we can get it running. "Well, lets go, I'm afraid Simmons didn't make it. There's nothing we can do for him", Rosenberg's voice held a tinge of regret. Harold has gone up ahead, we better get going, Calhoun . Barney nodded and holstered his weapon.
edit: I've actually figured out most of the plot, but before I actually take the trouble to write it all out, I want to see if its worth continuing.
Barney Calhoun gazed anxiously out the small window of the large van carrying them quickly away from the Black Mesa site. He could see nothing but the barren desert and clouds of sand being blown by persistent winds. The sun was beginning to set, casting a mixture of purple and pink stripes across a light blue sky. "Is everything alright back there, Calhoun?". Dr. Rosenberg asked. "Yeah, just about to nod off, doc", Barney answered blandly. "Well, we should be across the border in a few hours, I'm not quite sure what we'll do then but...", a low, cracking voice interrupted them. "What's the point, the military will be hunting for us, we won't last a day". "I'm sure the military sees us as the least of their worries, Simmons", the driver up front answered. "Yes, Simmons, don't worry we are safe for the time being, and if we encounter any trouble, Calhoun will be able handle it".
Barney secretly rolled his eyes. So, my job is to be their protector?. What about me. Does it matter what I want?. I guess I owe them a debt, but how long will this go on?. He sat back and closed his eyes. Atleast the horror was over, for now, atleast. He was almost asleep until he heard a loud crash, suddenly the van flipped upside down, and he heard a horrified scream from beside him and a sickening crunching sound. For a moment he lay upside down, dazed, but then the door was forced open by two of the scientists and he was dragged out of the burning vehicle.
Once on his feet, he saw the cause of the wreckage. A long, metallic pod poked up from the ground, sizzling the area surrounding it. A few headcrabs swarmed its bleakly charred carapass and Barney instinctively pulled out his weapon. "No, Calhoun, there's no telling what else lies inside, we're better off leaving", Dr. Rosenberg said. "Where?, there's nothing but desert all around us". "I think I saw the highway up ahead, we are not far from it, perhaps we can get a lift", Rosenberg replied. "Doubtful, but what choice do we have?, this van is a twisted piece of sh*t, there's no way we can get it running. "Well, lets go, I'm afraid Simmons didn't make it. There's nothing we can do for him", Rosenberg's voice held a tinge of regret. Harold has gone up ahead, we better get going, Calhoun . Barney nodded and holstered his weapon.
edit: I've actually figured out most of the plot, but before I actually take the trouble to write it all out, I want to see if its worth continuing.
