(REWRITING) CURIOSITY // HLVR:λI Gordon Freeman x Reader

-λ- 2: Inexperienced Heroics -λ-

Everyone followed Gordon with you trailing right behind him along with Doctor Bubby, who stared at you curiously, though he tried to play it off like he wasn't when you two locked eyes. Before anyone could reach the locker rooms, Gordon froze and let out a groan of disgust as he spotted a large trail of blood leading to the break room.

"Oh, Jesus..." he gasped, stepping into the break room and observing the bloody scene. You poked your head in and looked at the blood with a slight furrowing of your eyebrows in distaste before looking at Gordon, awaiting his orders. You went unnoticed though, as he ignored your staring in favor of poking around some more. "All this blood- Where are the bodies?" he pondered. You looked down at the blood trail on the ground and wondered the same thing.

Behind you, Benrey and Tommy entered to see what was happening.

"Grab a soda! It'll help you see faster!" Tommy suggested, causing Gordon to break out in a burst of wheezing laughter that caused you to jolt in your spot next to one of the tables. You weren't exactly used to loud noises unless you were training.

"I don't know what that means, but sure thing!" Gordon replied, trying to calm down. He pressed some buttons on the soda machine, but nothing happened. He glanced over to you all before looking back at the soda machine and deciding to smash it in with his crowbar, which caused all of its contents to fall out onto the floor.

"OOOH SHIT!" he yelled, startled before he realized what happened. He grinned. "GRAB! GRAB 'EM! GRAB 'EM! GET AS MANY AS YOU CAN!" he ordered, and you immediately jogged over along with Tommy and Benrey to pick up as many soda cans as you could carry.

"GET 'EM ALL! YEAH!" Gordon praised before looking up at Doctor Bubby, who had somehow climbed on top of the vending machine. "Alright, they're in our pockets, we got soda for days."

"We're drinking like kings tonight!" Doctor Coomer cheered, looking over at you with an amused smile, as you currently had your arms full of nothing but soda cans up to your chin. You didn't even know what soda was but according to him, it was something to drink.

Tommy walked over and tapped your shoulder. "I'll take your soda if that's fine with you since you don't have any pockets," he offered and you nodded, allowing the tall man to take the aluminum cylinders out of your arms and put them in his lab coat pockets with a quiet "Thanks."

Gordon turned to the snack machine, raising his crowbar. "Alright, hold on, hold on—" he stammered, realizing that Benrey had somehow sat inside the machine. He stared at him with his mouth open in confusion, before he leaned on the snack machine to talk to him. "Sir- Sir, please step out of the fucking... vending machine... so that I can break it open," he tiredly ordered. He wasn't even going to question Benrey at this point; the dude was just straight up unnatural.

"I climbed into the ventilation system!" Doctor Bubby boasted, catching Gordon's attention for a moment. However, he turned back to the vending machine.

"We're gonna be in here for a few days, even—" he paused when he saw that Benrey had disappeared, and turned around to find him shooting a headcrab. "OH JESUS!"

"Oh my God!" Bubby wailed in fear from on top of the counter, just as the headcrab's yellow blood splattered on the wall.

You blinked as the guard suddenly grabbed you by your arm, yanking you away from the corner you had been standing in, and turned to see a different security guard shooting another headcrab that had appeared right where you had been standing before. You turned to the security guard that grabbed you and gave him a nod in thanks. He smiled in return and gave you a thumbs up. As he walked away to shoot more crabs, you copied the gesture to yourself. Was sticking up your thumb a way of saying 'You're welcome'?