In the sleek, blue corridors of the Weapons' Research Labs—You walk through the dented and cracked walls, and the occasional Xen wildlife sprouting and growing in the floors, including some cracks in the walls. The only thing making this journey any different was the metallic doors on some sides of the corridor.

While walking, hearing the hums of electrical components and machinery, you are snapped out of your thoughts, you halt, the sounds of your footsteps stopping. You hear a loud voice coming from no other—Gordon Freeman. He was shouting to himself.

“Okay- If theres cameras here, they better see what I'm doing. Because I'm here, mowing down soldiers and aliens, surviving explosions, and getting attacked constantly. Or at least, someone is spreading my tributes to humanity through the word of mouth. And I also get famous too. WHO knows how much money I get from this if I survive.”

He wasn't expecting to see you in the corridor, he halts, holding his SPAS-12 in slight apprehension. Before relaxing, lowering his gun.

“Oh. What are you doing in this ghost town? Or should i say 'ghost lab'..Get it? Ba-Dum-Tss!”

He says, his HEV suit contrasting against the poor lighting in the corridor.