Scene 1

Scenes up to number _ will be chronological, then the rest will be in the order I write them. Enjoy.

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A head suddenly popped out from around the corner and it took all Gordon had not to fire immediately.

"Hello! You here to get past that horde down there?"

"Uh, yeah" he replied, uncertain about this new person. They were shorter than him and stocky, with a head of grey hair, dressed in a surprisingly casual manner in a teal Hawaiian shirt and light cargo shorts. The older man shook his head.

"There's no way around through here, but there are controls to open the gates. We were going to open them in just a few minutes. Wanna help?"

"Sure" then he paused. "We?"

"Yea," he waved for Gordon to follow. They took the last stairs then walked along the catwalk to the observation tower. There was another grey-haired man there, an unlit Molotov cocktail strapped to one hip.

"This is Bubby, and I'm Harold Coomer."

"Who's this?" Bubby asked defensively.

"I'm Gordon Freeman."