The combine have lost... We have won. The supression field has been bypassed as people start repopulating the earth. I grab ahold of my Spas-12 and yank it in the air, notifying a victory pose. I screamed "Fuckin' freedom!" I was reliefed, my team of mercs have finally made it through this bullshit but we will never forget the ones who sacrificed thereselves to resist over the combine.
I wake up in dispear. I look around the place and notice the fan rotating around the ceiling. I rubbed my eyes and said "Must've been that Dr. Breen givin' me dreams again..." I hop out of bed and look out the window, I see a scanner staring at me but then it flashs a white glow. I knew it flashed a picture at me, I used my hands to block the light from shining into my eyes. Whispering with small pain "Fuck..."
I walk outside my apartment and check my mailbox, nothing but abandoned notes from the pre-war. I throw them all over the floor, seeming to step over them. I don't give a fuck if the combine see this shit over the floor or not. This world doesn't run on papers or commands ya' know, it runs on people.
Opening the doors, I notice that the dispatch comes on, it echoes three chimes. I hesitate "It must be that dipshit administrator of the city..." I don't listen to it at all as I make my way to D2... "Life is hard and you have to keep it that way..."
Its 2016. This is the combines world now. I can't do anything but watch in disbelief...
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