Jæja hér fá hugarar að líta fyrsta kaflan í hinu stórkostlega MoDi “The Seven Hour War” sem fjallar í
í stuttu máli um atburðina sem áttu sér stað á Jörðinni frá því að Gordon Freeman er settur í Hæga vörpun af G-Man í Lok Half Life 1 og þangað til G-Man vekur hann aftur til lífsins í byrjun Half Life 2.

Höfundur af þessu ritverki er ViViDboarder sem hugarar ættu nú ekki að þekkja þar sem hann er nú ekki Íslendingur.

En Ég ættla ekki að tefja ykkur lengur með þessu röfli mínu og vona bara að þið njótið þess að lessa þetta

Kveðja Dannixx

(ATH!!! "The Beginning of the End er ekki endilega endanlegt nafn á kaflanum)



The 7 Hour War
Chapter 1 : The Beginning Of The End

It is a usual, uneventful day in the life of Robert Dean. I’m driving back from the station after a long day. I want to live up to the example of my father, a Chicago SWAT member, but the only jobs I get is busting teens for speeding. I get out and walk up to the pathway and look at the mundane, fake oak door. I walk inside and see the house exactly as I left it. I stare at a picture of my ex-wife. Since she left me there is no one around.

I flip on the little TV in my scarcely furnished living room and walk to the kitchen. I put my gun on the counter next to my numerous medicine bottles, and look in the fridge for some food to settle my uneasy stomach. Over the TV the news is being broadcast and it strikes my interest. “Recently several conspiracy websites have posted unconfirmed information about a government research facility that they call Black Mesa. Supposedly an alien race is teleporting through portals from a planet know as Xen via Lambda satellite. They say that aliens have already been attacking several small towns and suburbs. As of now Research official, Wallace Breen has no response to the reports.”

Suddenly, I hear loud whistling sounds from outside. First a few, but the sound gets louder and louder as they come closer. The room begins to shake with the deafening thud of things crashing to earth. I rush to the door and look outside. Chaos. Steel pods are everywhere and little creatures jumping all over my neighbors. Screams begin to fill the air and I am petrified in fear and disbelief. My neighbor and co-worker, Walter, runs past me and yells “Yo, Dean. Grab your gun and lets haul ass!” as he rushes to my cruiser. My legs begin to move, but my mind is still in limbo as I sprint for my gun and run for the car. The TV is has gone to static.
Walter already has the car started and opens the door for me. All around people are screaming and rushing for their cars and families. “Buckle up man,” Walter says. He slams on the gas and we go flying towards the police station. “What the fuck is going on man. I am so fucking freaked. I was listening to the news and they were talking about this Black Mesa incident like it was some tabloid thing. But this is pretty, fuckin’ real. She was outside and this thing just grabbed her. I heard her screaming and then there was nothing I could do. Nothing. Oh man. We gotta do something. Protect and serve.” He continues to drive and plows through our petrified neighbors. “Now it’s up to us.” He picks up the radio and starts talking into it. “This is unit 42, unit 42. Does anyone read me?” <<Yea unit 42 this is radio I read you.>> “What the fuck is going on? <<We have no clue, but get the hell over here. We need more men right now, or were finished.>> “What the hell do you suggest we do?” <<Who you got in there?>> “It’s Walter and Robert” <Which Robert?>> “Fucking, Dean. But that doesn’t matter. What the fuck are we gonna do?” <<We are gonna try to get as many people as we can to the city. We picked up a local broadcast that the city is being held down by national guard and SWAT. Everyone is supposed to report to the nearest city.>> “Roger that. We are almost there.”

Now I can see the station. The front is covered with hastily parked cruisers and the windows closed. “Ok radio. We’re here,” says Walter. <<Gotcha>> The door flies open as we bail out of the car and rush towards it. I look back and see the tormented neighbors fifty feet away, lumbering towards us in a ridged, mindless trance. Once inside I feel safe. “Hey guys, Walter, Robert. Here is the deal. We got a group of civilians down here and we are broadcasting to let people know we are going to provide an escort to the Chicago. The rest of our squad is upstairs, along with some residential ex-military guys. Dan is already waiting for you,” says Tim calmly. His calm tone makes me feel reassured that everything is going to work out. But how could I possibly know. “I’ll meet you up there Robert,” says Walter.

I head up the stairs to the top floor of our station. When I open the door I am a bit surprised with the organization that is present. Near ten men are in the room and a table is laid out will all our weaponry and other equipment. The far wall has numerous computer monitors and TVs with various news and surveillance feeds. Pat is at the desk, vigorously typing on his keyboard and looking fairly busy. The rest of the men are debating how they are going to get the civilians to the city. “Hey Robert. Glad you could make it,” welcomes Dan. “I guess I should introduce you to our team. Here we have Pat, Chris, Henry, Russ, and Ian. They are from the neighboring suburbs.”

Pat whirls around in his chair and begins to spurt our a sudden rush of information. “Okay guys we gotta move. They are moving in to our location we gotta go now. Everyone grab a gun, body armor and a partner. We gotta head out now. Follow me and Chris we are taking the highway. Chris, gimme the keys.” Everyone springs into action and starts heading down stairs. I run to the table and pick up a Kevlar vest, some ammo for my pistol, and a police issue shotgun with a few extra shells.
Downstairs I see that Pat already has the civilians loaded into a van and everyone is ready to go. “Robert!” Walter yells. I see him in our cruiser waiting for me. I sprint to the car and get ready for the ride. We wheel out of the parking lot and head up for the freeway. During the drive, I see pure hell. People everywhere are screaming and running for their cars. I wish there was something that I could do.
Now I can see the city. The road up ahead is barricaded off. But as we approach, the makeshift gate begins to slide open. Once inside, we come to a halt and Dan yells, “Walter, Pat! You guys take care of these civilians. Everyone else, Lets get to that gate and help them out.” We run to the gate and I can’t help but stare in awe at the chaos around us. A man in a SWAT uniform is barking out orders, “Everyone with a gun. There is a caravan coming in with more civilians. Get ready to give them some fucking cover.” I rush up to the wall and begin to fire on these alien creatures that keep coming.

Finally everything begins to die down. “I want five of my men to stand guard, everyone else that is on the wall, come with me,” yells the same man, whom seems to be in charge. We all follow him into a nearby room. He begins to speak to us, “Ok, I don’t think that anybody has any idea of what is going on or how to stop this, but the only thing that we can do now is stay together. I know most of you are local police and have not had much live action but things are gonna change. My men and any other officers are going to be running training sessions so that we can all help fight off these things. But for now, take a rest” I walk into the next room, and welcome the darkness. I fall asleep immediately.



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