Gordon Freeman’s hours were long and his work was hard, but the reward of sleep at the end of all that was all that kept it going at Black Mesa.
But those more fortunate had the luxury of time for what Freeman pinpointed on nepotism or total negligence and care from the Black Mesa management.
Usually he’d be able to ignore its existence or the nuisance that followed these colleagues, but this night was different, this night was something new, something monstrous that he hadn’t seen in the world of Half Life.
