Literature
I was Gordon Freeman once and felt like protecting
Alyx.
So last night I found myself in this tall, kinda old fashioned bulding, running up the bright staircase with my shotgun. The dark figures were chasing us, there was maybe six or eight of them. Luckily, we overran them quite a bit! Alyx was showing up here and there, she didn't look like she really need my help, shooting down these guys from the distance. The staircase was painted dim yellow shades and was really neat and clean. No banister, opened. No signs of destruction of war of any kind.
I looked down the stairs and as I thought it's better to hurry up than to focus on shooting the enemies, I rushed even more, but then,