3 years passed. The world has changed. Headcrabs are everywhere, they rule everything. Those who survived are kept in hidden caves, or underground bunkers. Half of the lamba resistance is gone. Except Someone special. Jake Anderson. Jake Anderson, worked for the HECU. He was in the Black Mesa incident, The seven hour war, and now his is a Resistance fighter. Jake Always knew he could make it. He has grown so much. His almost 50 years old. He imagined a world were nothing of this happened. "Ahh.... Here again. In the fucking City. Fucking City 17. The place where I should least be." Jake Never liked City 17. It is too full of zombies, and zombines. "I should just get what I need. And leave this shit hole." Jake entered the plaza. "No movement here...something is off." Jake only saw blood and dead bodies on the floor. Jake would suddenly hear screaming. "Fuck. A zombine." He would load his AR2 "Same as always. I should use the knife." Jake would put his AR2 away and reach for his knife. The zombine would turn around. "Grrr..." Jake looked up. "Poor little shit. This is your fucking end." Jake ran up to it. He'd tackle it to the ground. He would slice the zombine's neck, making it die immediately. "3567 asshole that I have killed. I'll write it down late." Jake walked passed. But he thought he should leave since it's empty "No food, no water. I should leave this plaza." Jake left the plaza and decided to return home. "Always have to walk..." He'd sigh. All of a sudden a gunshot would be heard echoing. "What the fuck?!" He'd soon get his AR2 out. "Fuck...I'm not alone.." Jake could feel him being watched from above. "I know you're hiding! Show yourself!" He yelled echoing. Zombies would start walking to his position. "Those fucktards are slow as hell, so show your self!" Jake yelled. No one responded. Instead he shot a zombie who got to close to him. "Looks like a horde is coming. I should head back." Jake walked through the streets, he liked peace and quiet. However he felt like he was still being watched. Jake would be at his so called 'Home' once he got there he was stopped. "Ahh..Jakey...Jakey...your time as come. I need you to find free man, and get him back to city 17. Lets just say I need him for something. And I need you to find him. In return I'll give you something you never had before, so...what do you say? Are you up to the task? I guess I'll take that as a yes, don't worry his not far away from you, not really far actually. His just what we call 'Right around the Corner' all I need you to do is find him. And that will be all. Well I let you on your way. And you will complete the task." Jake was teleported back to City 17 next to him were zombies "Holy shit!" He'd fire his AR2 at those zombies. "That must have attracted more!" Zombie moaning would be heard. "I must find Free man! And quick!" He'd would run to high ground. "This should keep me safe!" I'd take out his binoculars. "The fuck....? Are those people?" He'd see three people a guy with a H.E.V suit and a crowbar, A girl, and a guy with Civil protection suit. "What the Fuck?"
