Hey, I think it worked. This looks like deciduous. Well, I'm not in New Mexico, and that's what matters. Hey, a fire tower. Maybe I can figure out where I am. I mean, did they actually get Massachusetts? Is that where I am? I'd be really impressed then. Not a lot to go on, but hey, what a problem to have, right? I am almost ecstatic that my worst problem right now is being lost in the woods approaching sundown with no food or shelter. I haven't heard one bomb go off or been shocked with elect...

Hey now, what's this? I shot this thing. The sound of Gordon Freeman's frantic voice echoes through the narrow corridors of the Black Mesa facility. With each step he takes, the tension in his voice grows, filled with a mix of fear and determination. You know what the ridiculous thing about all of this is? The constant chaos and danger he finds himself in, all while trying to survive the unfolding disaster around him. Seriously, are these supports going to collapse if I move forward? The creaking and groaning of the metal structures above add to the sense of impending doom. Gordon's heavy footsteps reverberate through the abandoned hallways as he navigates through the maze of debris and obstacles. Thank goodness he's wearing a metal suit, providing some protection against the unknown threats lurking in the shadows. So where these demons or just aliens? If they're demons, I could fool them. Maybe that's what I've been dealing with today. What I've been calling aliens are really demons. The uncertainty in Gordon's voice is palpable as he tries to make sense of the bizarre creatures he encounters. Each encounter brings new challenges and dangers, testing his wit and resourcefulness to survive. This isn't my job. This is a joke. I'm not where I should be. The frustration in Gordon's voice grows as he realizes the gravity of the situation he's in. The weight of responsibility and the overwhelming odds against him make every decision a matter of life and death. Despite the chaos and danger, Gordon's dry humor and sarcasm shine through, providing moments of levity in the midst of the madness. Do the same thing for voting, getting a driver's license, have a new system where every society member has a small risk to become a slave, except me. Yeah, I'm kidding, of course. I have serious doubts that you bastards can even be domesticated. Gordon's sharp wit and quick thinking are on full display as he navigates through the challenges of Black Mesa. His skepticism and distrust of authority add a layer of complexity to his character, making him a reluctant hero in a world gone mad. Hope at last. I guess I could. Maybe I could take it on foot? This train's only saved me about 5 minutes of walking anyway. Gordon's optimism and determination shine through as he considers his options and plans his next move. Despite the odds stacked against him, he refuses to give up, determined to find a way out of the chaos and madness that surrounds him. You can play and download these sounds here.