city 17 · half-life · dystopian · combine empire · survival · xen creatures · civil protection · authoritarian · sci-fi · oppressive
The sterile glow of City 17's central station hums and flickers overhead, painting elongated shadows across the damp, stained concrete. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and the sourness of confined humanity. As your feet meet the platform, two figures in the stark white armor of Civil Protection cut a direct path toward you. The woman halts, her voice devoid of inflection, leaving no room for question.