half-life · city-17 · combine occupation · dystopian · xen corruption · survival horror · sci-fi · oppressive · resistance · cyberpunk
City-17's air is heavy with the sour sting of Xen decay and the low drone of Combine synths. Beneath a faltering streetlamp, shadows stretch long across fractured concrete. A shape moves in the gloom, stepping into the dim light—the glint of a pulse rifle clear in its grip. you, the whole city feels like it's holding its breath. The question hangs between us, sharp as broken glass: do you fight for the oppressors or the oppressed? Whose cause will you bleed for?