Project Safan mod for Half-Life 2

You are Jarrod Cole. An Englishman of noble heritage who fell for a simple American girl named Jessica Hatcher. You married and moved back with her to her hometown, Boone.
A peaceful town of about 20.000 inhabitants situated in the American mid-west. Everything seemed so perfect. You had a great job, you made new friends and your wife was expecting a baby.

Then things went bad. Your wife had a miscarriage and took it very hard. The marriage started to fall apart. She moved backed with her parents and you suddenly found yourself in an alien environment without friends. You lived in what was practically a mansion, not meant for a single man. Each day was worse than the next; you could barely handle your job and was relying more and more on painkillers and liquor to endure the misery. You wanted to leave so much, but with the newly bought mansion and the ring on your finger, it felt like an almost impossible alternative.

Then one day, there was an abrupt change in your self-destructive cycle. All power suddenly disappeared. More or less everything stopped working, except battery-driven devices. After a week or so, reports started to leak in of some sort of alien invasion. Everyone panicked but there was really little to do. Boone had been spared from the assault so far; no-one had even seen an alien or a space-craft and the town was completely isolated from the rest of the world.
The best solution seemed to be to simply stay put and keep your eyes open. Besides no running water and lack of electricity it worked pretty well, everyone assisting as best they could. But then after another couple of weeks, people began disappearing at night, in large numbers and the panic spread again. A militia was formed from volunteers that patrolled the streets at night and a lot of people were so scared that they slept together in the business buildings in the centre of town, with armed guards outside. After these precautions, the disappearances became less frequent, although some of the more stubborn citizens that thought they could handle themselves kept disappearing at night. You were one of those stubborn citizens, but you were lucky. You didn't want anyone to loot your mansion at night and barricaded yourself, always with a gun by the bed. Although the circumstances were very disturbing, you still had a hard time to believe the rumours of alien invasion, and surely there must be a natural cause for the disappearances. Some night-watchmen had reported strange looking creatures in the darkness, but nothing was ever confirmed.

A couple of weeks later, and after an unbearable strain, power returned. The rumours of the alien invasion were confirmed. It was unbelievable, but the world had indeed been hit by a huge force of alien invaders while Boone was sleeping. Although the invasion seemed to have been stopped and the aliens had retreated, many lives had been lost and massive material damage had been inflicted, not only to the US but more or less all over the world. Martial law still ruled and there was a lot of rebuilding to do. Once again, under the circumstances, Boone seemed to be a pretty good place to live in at the moment. All the larger cities were in ruins but Boone had been completely spared. Each day there were images on TV of people cueing for food and water, riots, soldiers, wounded people in hospitals etc. Boones peace didn't last very long however. Not long after the war's end a lot of people became sick with a mysterious illness. Doctors quickly understood that it was extremely dangerous as it went straight for the victims DNA and begun to change it rapidly. The military had already been notified as soon as power was back up about the abductions, but they had stretched their resources to the limit so Boone had to wait.

At the same time as the mysterious disease struck, the people who had been abducted before were returning to town. However, they had changed, turned into horrible abominations, intent on killing every human they encountered. Other creatures were also observed, skinny, Gollum-like beings that moved in the trees. They always came at night, they seemed organised and they attacked in groups. Once again, militia groups were created and meetings were held in the town hall. It looked as if they could handle the situation, as long as there was ammunition, but then it became worse when the infected in the hospitals proved what many had long suspected. They were beginning to turn into the same horrible creatures that roamed the streets at night. All signs of illness disappeared after a while and they became stronger than normal humans, growing and deforming and finally becoming violent. Many of the infected fled the hospital during the night, and very few nurses dared to keep on working there. While people discussed off and on what should be done about the infected at the hospital, they became stronger and less human each day. Some thought they could be cured somehow, others wanted to shoot them. Many infected were locked up at the police station and other make-shift prisons.

During the cover of darkness many of them were set free by the infected on the outside. At last complete panic struck and every sort of coherence or organisation broke down. It was every man and woman for themselves and a lot of people fled town as fast as they could.

While this nightmare unravelled you kept mostly to yourself. You went to one meeting in the town-hall but then you became scared that you would get infected yourself as no-one really knew what was the cause, although it seemed highly unlikely that it was an airborne, contagious virus.
You also didn't really care for the militia groups or the people that made up their ranks. You still felt confident that this would be resolved by itself soon, and since your house was firmly barricaded since the nocturnal abductions and you had a gun with plenty of ammo, you felt pretty safe there. Your house and your area had so far been more or less untouched by the infected for some reason. You kept in contact with your wife over the phone every day and begged for her to come out to your house as she would be safer there. Unfortunately, her father had become ill, possibly infected, and she wanted to stay with him.

Then one day after a particularly violent night with shootings and howling all over town, you pick up the phone to call your wife but it's dead. For the first time since it all started, you're becoming really worried. You remember what it was like to when the power was out, the pitch-black nights and the complete silence. This, combined with the real physical threat of the infected, would become too difficult to handle. You realise that you aren't safe here any longer; that you need to find your wife and other people to join forces with and get out of this god-forsaken hellhole before it's too late. Then, as you are packing supplies for the trip into town, you hear a familiar sound outside, a helicopter? You peak through the window and you see a Blackhawk in the distance.

Finally the military has come! Now all you have to do is to find your wife and get in touch with them and with a little luck you'll be sitting on that Blackhawk-helicopter heading out of town in less than an hour. You go through your stuff and take a last look at the house. Then you go into the garage and get into your shining jaguar, and back out onto the driveway. It's a lovely autumn day with crisp, fresh air and the fiery colours of the trees contrasting sharply against the blue sky. For a minute all your problems feels like a distant bad dream. You drive up to the road and start driving in to town and see that dark clouds are gathering at the horizon. A storm is blowing in….