when the train stops

wake up gordon.. wake up.. and smell the ashes

"Why me? Why am I always getting into trouble? Why is everyone depending on me? Who am I to help them?" He muttered as he holds the gun closer to his chest. So much for encouragement. City 17, He has barely known this so called city and now it's in ruins. Back against the wall, lets off a few rounds from a shiny new toy that he recently got for himself - the Combine's own Pulse Rifle. The right tool for the right man.

*BOOM!!*

"Dammit!" He grimaces in pain as he pulls the shrapnel out. This one's deep. With one hand on his leg, he fires a few more rounds in hopes to keep the enemy at bay. An unconventional scientist, he keeps the morale of the rebels around him high. To them, he's the fearless man whom escaped from Black Mesa and is now here to liberate them from the clutches of the Combine. But deep down in him - fear exist and he knows it all to well.

Striders, the 50-foot-tall, walking, organic tank that fires devastating bursts and can spear you with one of its legs if you get too close. It easily tramples on the poor rebel that stands in its way. He doesn't know how he's able to use a rocket launcher and the arsenal of weapons but somehow he can, and it freaks him out on bad nights. He fires the rocket, painting the strider with the laser from the launcher guiding the rocket to its target. He jumps away avoiding the massive explosion as the beast comes falling down. The rebels rejoice as they're now able to live a few hours longer thanks to one man, a theoretical physicist from Black Mesa in his hazard suit -

Gordon Freeman.

Ofcourse, he wouldn't have made it through Black Mesa and the crushing forces of the Combine without the help of me, Andrew Liu. The man who guided him thoughout the whole 15 to 20 hours of the game - yes, I counted.