The only way out from here is a set of low-lying stairs; everything else's been walled off. A light gleams dimly in the open room beyond: the interior of what might've been a barn, once. Now it's home to a stack of accumulated detritus: saw blades, engine parts, paint cans, and the like. Someone's been here recently, though. The white-and-green medkits in the corner attest to that. So does the switched-off chopper in the center of the room, identical in every way to the one outside.
As Gordon pulls one of the sawblades over with the gun, the scream of an enraged headcrab can be heard from the far end of the room. The little monster's leap draws the eye away from the bipedal forms lurching out of the shadows near the nailed-shut door.
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Date: 2008-07-26 06:50 pm (UTC)"... that'd do it, yeah."
The only way out from here is a set of low-lying stairs; everything else's been walled off. A light gleams dimly in the open room beyond: the interior of what might've been a barn, once. Now it's home to a stack of accumulated detritus: saw blades, engine parts, paint cans, and the like. Someone's been here recently, though. The white-and-green medkits in the corner attest to that. So does the switched-off chopper in the center of the room, identical in every way to the one outside.
As Gordon pulls one of the sawblades over with the gun, the scream of an enraged headcrab can be heard from the far end of the room. The little monster's leap draws the eye away from the bipedal forms lurching out of the shadows near the nailed-shut door.