Walked in Fields of Gold: Half-Life 2 One-Shot

Walked in Fields of Gold

Although it the mood at the base brighten slightly when Gordon Freeman arrived at the White Forest, the mood was still very grim with despair. Rebels have been fighting for weeks, and veterans for years... It seemed to be getting pointless after what some of the people have seen. The memories of friends and family that have been fighting and dying from the Combine started to suck the hope out of some.

What was the point? The Combine was much stronger then a rag-tag group desperately trying to gain freedom through, what seemed to be, impossible means.

All that was left now was a man in an orange suit, but people already starting to doubt if he is or is not, the man that is the answer.

Gunfire could be heard firing from all sides of the base. A group of rebels, waited inside hoping to God that they could last long enough for the brains of the operation to finish that damn rocket and make this all a bad dream.

A huge explosion sounded, along with what many thought was the sound of a strider, coming closer and closer to the base. Alarms sounded as the menacing stomping seemed to approach them.

"STRIDER APPROACHING THE BASE." Said the voice of the intercom.

One women with shiny blonde hair, who sat in the corner alone, broke into tears. She put her hands to her face, muffled sobbing could be heard coming from the distress rebel.

Worried glances and tear streaked faces looked down at the floor as they listened to the rampage going on outside.

"I'm telling ya! There ain't no way we can beat them. We are DOOMED, better to accept now." Said a gruff hopeless man to his friend. "We all going to get a bullet in the head or turned into one of those freaks."

His friend tried to shush the hopeless man, but it was to late as everyone soaked in his words.

The sobbing in the corner increased in volume and intensity.

Silence hung once again, besides the sobbing in the corner and the explosions. No one spoke, no one made a sound.

After a few moments, a new sound filled the room.

This was a sound, no one had heard in years. A sound that was both smooth and sweet. The sound, although didn't completely subdued the noises outside, surely grabbed the attention of the others.

The sound was a guitar.

An old beat up, wooden guitar lied on the lab of a man with citizen blue clothes and slicked black hair. His hand moving up and down the stings.

No one said anything, no one questioned where this man got a instrument of such beauty. And no one question why the hell this man was playing in the middle of this nightmare.

A young woman, with brown hair and the bluest of eyes stood up from her spot next to the man and walked to the center of the room. She took nervous glances at the people around her. After a moment, the women took a deep breath and nodded at the man with the guitar.

What seemed to be random notes took on a form of a song. A song that was once forgotten by many. Realization took hold of most of the veterans of the group, the younger bunch, listened with faces of curiosity, as music that never before filled there ears, now filled the room they currently occupied.

After taking a breath, the women looked up and began to sing lyrics that most hadn't dare sing before.

You'll remember me... When the west wind moves. Among the fields barley... You'll forget the sun, in his jealous sky. As we walk in fields of gold.