I am a 27 year old Rebel named Clark Bentruim. I worked in this supply cache. We provided munitions for White Forest Base, well, at least until the Combine came. Thinking back, we were pretty ignorant. We never even thought the Combine would discover us. Well, they did. They flooded the place with headcrab containers, taking advantage of the already large amount of unrest. In the time we spent there, we became nearly brothers. When the headcrabs turned all our comrades to zombies... well, let`s just say it was rather difficult to kill them. It became a civil war for supplies in that base. Men who were once friends turned against each other, shedding blood for only one more ration or a box of shotgun ammunition. It ended though. Eventually, most people died off. I thought it was over once it was just Johnson and I. But it wasn`t. That very night before we planned escape, a headcrab came from the ceiling. It landed on Johnsons head. Killing him was one of the most difficult thi
just a wip of some mildly-heavy debris.
That's pretty cool
though the horizon needs some detail, rather than just being a perfectly straight line between the ground and the sky