Screenshots updated
Aug 9, 2006
About two hours into FEAR I find myself in an open area. A rooftop, to be precise, criss-crossed with metallic steps and walkways. And on every raised section I can see patrols. Handily, there's also a low, flat wall to the left offering enough cover for me to make some headway. I'm halfway along it when I hear a shout of "Grenade out!" and an ominous chink from a few metres behind. I run - into a little cubbyhole just beyond the grenade's blast. Now I'm in trouble. FEAR's levels are never ...