You are attacked in the combine invasion and are isolated from all help, when your small shelter is ripped apart by a portal storm, and you write in pain as a headcrap fixes itself to your brain and you being to lose consiousness.
You wake up in horrible pain as gordon freeman runs around killing your zombified family members with a crowbar. You suddenly have an intense hunger, and you get up and lunge for him, only to be greeted with a crowbar to the face.
I would like some ice with a cup around it.
