There are still Combine in the building. They're running the other way, though- all of them, all at once, for the Gene Worm's central chamber. They heard that scream, broadcast on a thousand frequencies. They know what's coming. They're trying to stop it. ( carry on my wayward son ) They won't be able to. It's too late now. ( there'll be peace when you are done ) Gordon hasn't run this fast since Black Mesa, since the day and the hour and the moment he knew he was going to die. ( lay your weary head to rest ) He's shouting directions, he knows the way, even if it's flickering past them faster than anyone ought to be able to follow- you don't forget a thing like the North Dakota gene worm and how you escaped its premises, not ever. If the Combine see them, they don't care any more. ( don't you cry no more... ) Which is fine, because up ahead of them the corridor is coming to an abrupt end, but it's an end with a door in it...
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Date: 2012-04-02 02:36 am (UTC)( carry on my wayward son )
They won't be able to. It's too late now.
( there'll be peace when you are done )
Gordon hasn't run this fast since Black Mesa, since the day and the hour and the moment he knew he was going to die.
( lay your weary head to rest )
He's shouting directions, he knows the way, even if it's flickering past them faster than anyone ought to be able to follow- you don't forget a thing like the North Dakota gene worm and how you escaped its premises, not ever. If the Combine see them, they don't care any more.
( don't you cry no more... )
Which is fine, because up ahead of them the corridor is coming to an abrupt end, but it's an end with a door in it...