The Science Team still didn't know what the government had done with the giant machine that had caused the resonance cascade, but apparently earthquakes could now turn things into thin air and thoroughly sanitize the area around the things that were removed, because there sure as hell wasn't any sign of the resonance cascade (or any damage for that matter) in the photos of the test chamber that some urban explorers had posted online.ĭespite all of that craziness, none of them had revisited the place since they'd first left. Anything that could have roused suspicion had been conveniently "tragically destroyed" in an "earthquake" a month after Gordon and the others had escaped. It was so weird that this was once such a secretive government experimentation area, but now any old urban explorer who could figure out where the place was could come here. The brunette shone his flashlight over the parts of the above-ground structures that was still left intact, the light illuminating a sign with half of it ripped off, which read in bold letters "GOVERNMENT PRO - DO NOT E". "We won, you shithole." He managed a genuine grin of triumph. And his therapist's plan did seem to be working as his boots smacked chunks of destroyed concrete wall out of the way, his brain seemed to adjust again to the idea that this was not some great dangerous place that only existed in his head, but was now a very tangible and harmless pile of rocks and rust. How many months had it been since the resonance cascade first happened? Four? Four months seemed right. So now here he stood, his flashlight shining over the surprisingly-not-irradiated scene before him. Gordon had maybe broken this rule a little bit with going to therapy, but he'd mostly skirted around details that incriminated the government or any of the shady fucks behind Black Mesa.
The incident and the resonance cascade was still kept mostly quiet, but the most obvious details had hit the news shortly after Gordon and the others had escaped- they'd been given a very large amount of hush money to not tell the presses or anyone about any further details. After 2 months of not really being able to progress far before another nightmare sent him back to almost square one, his therapist had finally decided it was time for him to revisit the place where all of his trauma had come from. Standing in the half-destroyed rubble of what used to be Black Mesa, Gordon realized the place suddenly seemed so much smaller and less threatening than it had months ago.Īnd maybe that was why his therapist had told him to go here, he thought.
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