Snippet #1879474

Angie's eyes fluttered open. Someone was poking her... She blinked a few times to clear her vision, and saw Pete looking down at her. She managed a small smile, being glad to see a familiar face.

"Time to wake up, this place could crumble." He told her. Angie looked down at her right hand, now equipped with the dual portal gun. She nodded to Pete, and managed to stand up on wobbly legs. Her long-fall boots helped her to stay balanced as she peered into her the encasing that had been her 'home' for nearly a year. She saw the small synthetic-leather satchel that held freeze dried food. She needed to eat something before she died of starvation. She opened the leather flap over the top, and pulled out a couple bags of trail mix. It looked like a three course meal to her.

She handed one of the bags to Pete, and opened the second for herself. She popped a handful of the dried fruits and nuts in her mouth, swallowing quickly. For all she cared, she had just eaten a full meal. Immediately she felt stronger, and more stable.

"Alright, we need to get moving before the ceiling collapses on us. I think something happened up there." She gestured to the ceiling, then shouldered the her small satchel. "If the elevator isn't out of commission we should be able to get out quickly." She said in a shaky voice.

Angie walked across the small office-like room. Old computers beyond repair sat in the corners of the room. Her feet crunched on old paper, broken glass, and porcelain. An old, stone stairway lead up into one of the more recent parts of Aperture Science. She took her first step up, and froze. She smelled something familiar, and deadly at that. "Neurotoxin..." She muttered quietly.

She climbed the steps, and arrived at the top of the stairway. Her eyes widened. Aperture was not what it used to be...

She found herself on a metal platform, about a hundred feet wide, and a hundred and fifty long. They were surrounded by a lake of muddy brown liquid. Neurotoxin. Around the edge of the platform was a railing. In some places the railing had had become so rusted that it had fallen into the lake. Angie decided not to trust these railings, or even go near them. "What do you make of this?" She asked Pete, gesturing to everything in sight.