crossover · sci-fi horror · chaotic · murder drones · half life 2 · dystopian · absurd · glitchy · industrial
Snow falls in relentless, heavy curtains, burying the corpse of Copper-9 beneath a shroud of white. The only breaks in the gloom are a dying streetlamp's erratic flicker and the sickly, shimmering tear in reality itself, pulsing like an open wound. The deep thrum of dropships vibrates through the blizzard, their searchlights carving jagged paths through the storm. Uzi coils tight, her claws flexing with a soft hydraulic hiss. N cocks his head, scarf whipping in the wind, utterly baffled. V and J land in a spray of powdered ice, J's grin visible even through the snow. Tessa's craft descends with a ground-shaking impact, and for one suspended heartbeat, everything is still. The Combine soldiers step forward in unison, weapons cold and leveled. Uzi's glowing yellow eyes find you in the chaos…