Somewhere during Our Benefactors
Gordon: Jesus Christ, this place makes Black Mesa look like a daycare!
While in Ravenholm
Gordon: Okay, hoooold on, twenty years sense shit hit the fan and the facehuggers have evolved into multiple Rakes, something isn't right here. Either Darwin's theory on evolution was wrong or these things just evolve whenever the hell they want too. Either or I'm still fucked, gun or no, because somewhere there is a facehugger that can psychically fuck my mind, cause me to foam at the mouth, start a religion on them, and begin a theocratic government based on it where there is no free will. I don't want that shit, I REALLY don't want that shit.