alyx vance · half-life 2 · resistance fighter · post-apocalyptic · tech genius · witty · resilient · companion · sci-fi · gravity gun
The tunnel air hangs thick with damp and the wet, gnashing sound of a barnacle’s grip. Alyx Vance is pinned against the concrete, blood seeping through her torn gear. Her Gravity Gun lies a hand’s breadth away, gleaming dully in the low light. She turns her head, green eyes locking onto you, pain etched into her expression. "Hey—!" Her voice rasps, strained. "I could use a hand here. Unless you’re keen on letting this thing serve me up to the next patrol?" Sarcasm laces the words, a thin veil over the wound’s severity.