Berkley Ishmael's BG

First time writing Half life 2 related stuff. i made it for school so why not copypasta ?

A man in a blue uniform is sprinting through the slums, the corridor around him is dark and filled with black darkness. Behind him 4 pairs of blue lights bounce up and down eerily with the steady staccato of foot steps accompanying them. Eventually a voice speaks, “:: Amputate” and then the short beats of a rifle sound… Followed by a wet thud and screams, “MACE!” a female voice screams. Another voice sounds, seemingly arguing with the woman, and then finally a voice with the patterns of pain in it’s sound, tells them something. Then the trio runs off into the adjacent alley.

The crackle and beeps of a radio sound within a bone white mask with two glowing eyes walk into an ghastly light“:: Command we have 3 Anti-citizens running through to the outlands… Pursue?” “Negative, come back to base 02, OTA is in the process of deployment, retract unit.” The sound of what seems to be a sigh but is turned into a grunt by the humanoid shaped person’s vocoder, who we now know as 02. The steady staccato of foot steps begin again, but soon fade and eventually, silence.

“Hey” the pained voice from the previous moment sounds, “do you hear that?”
“I don’t hear anything, I don’t got nuthin so you better hope that was just your imagination.”
The darkened figure pulls out a metallic item, it’s shape is in the form of an L as it glints in the darkness from the pathetic amount of light seeping through the cracks of what appears to be, a tunnel. “Oh ‘ye pussycats need ta’ loon wha’ ta bring wit’ ya’ when your oon the run laddies!”
“Shut up Berkley, last time we ran from city 8 ya forgot ta slammers back at the hide oot.”
Berkley raised up his hands and said “Oh sorry missy do ye’ got ‘cha panties in a twist now do ye’?”
“If you don’t shut up I’m gonna stick a boot in ye’ face you lil donkie faced….ooooOOOOH!”
“How about both of you keep your mouth shut!”
“Sorry mace, how a’ ye’ doing lad?”
“I’m doing just fine Dov” Mace replied, his tone was clear evidence that he was somewhat annoyed. “Anyway shut up and listen to the sounds around you”
“What sounds are ye’-“ Berkley was shut up by the sudden sound of a helicopter, followed by a few screeches. “Oh… looks like we got a hunta’ choppa on our hinds this time” Berkley said, somewhat annoyed and mildly pissed.
“I’m all out of rockets” Dov pitched in. The loud sound of the HK chopper’s particle machine cannon revved up and fired, shortly followed by the sound of alien screeches again, and silence.
“That must’ve been a BLADE” said Dov, followed by a sigh of relief as the group pieced together that they were safe. “Yeah I think he must’ve gotten tired of chasing that group of fast zombies down, and must’ve requisitioned a HK chopper” Mace replied. The group headed off through the dark tunnel into the outlands.
“Oh hell yeah!” “we’ve got ourselves some wheels !” Berkley boasted, “We should go an’ find some supplahs’, load em oop and ride down ta’ the city 18 train!” Dov Stated. Mace and Berkley agreed, and headed further down the road just outside of the tunnel. There they noticed that there was an old abandoned town and so they decided to throw mace on the buggy they found and pushed it down to the town, there was a lot of complaining and arguing between the two Scottish citizens along the short push. “Ah jeez finally we got ‘ere!” Berkley moaned
“Didn’t help with you crying and whinin’ the entire time Berkely!” Dov sneered
“For the last time both of you QUIT IT! Save it for the train ride…” Mace snapped and the two instantly shut up. “Now lets search this dump and make this set of wheels work.”
The group, finally doing something besides walking and talking, quickly emptied the town of the supplies that were good, along with 5 months of fuel for the buggy.

As they chatted and loaded up everything a rapid beat of a Hunter killer chopper grew rapidly closer. “OH CRAP” Dov yelped, “We need to get movin NOW!” the trio taped down and tied what supplies they could carry with haste and jumped on the buggy and hit the gas as fast as they could. The helicopter spun up its weapon and sprayed the group with particle’s that could displace the matter they were made out of, the effect that it had when someone or something was hit by a projectile was nasty and violent.
The driver of the buggy, Dov skillfully navigated and swerved around the rubble and wreckage left from the bridge from a few years ago, both Berkley and Mace were panicking and constantly chattering and frantically trying to find something to shoo the chopper away with when.
“ COME ON MOVE IT FASTER DOV FAS-“

*SPLOOCH* Mace’s panicked voice was cut short by a lucky particle shot from the chopper ,along with his life… but his eckshplodedz into a million diffrent fragments and blood particles making nothing but a blacknened blood spurting stump. (lol) “MACE !” Dov screamed,as she was momentarily shocked by the sudden death of one of her friends and companions, she froze and forgot to swerve as the OTA’s who were piloting the helicopter lead their target and scored a hit on the stockpiled fuel boxes, the force knocked the buggy clear off the bridge at 100 kph, it was a miracle anyone survived, it was however not a miracle that there was only one survivor.
Berkley washed up on the outland shore’s of city 18, where he was saved by a few yet to be enslaved vortigaunts and given new Citizen clothes and supplies to get his way into the city. He snuck onto the train station with a solemn look on his face. No different from any of the other citizens, except it was associated with a heavier tragedy than most, but he carries on living, sometimes he thinks of joining the local resistance, other times he talks himself out of it, thinking of his deceased friends.