Disclaimer
I do not own Portal or any of the characters in it. although you probably already know this, I'm not going to risk getting sued. I only take credit for the original characters that I came up with.
darn I wish I could have come up with some cool witty disclaimer.
Author's note:
I know this is a short chapter but I meant for this to be just a prologue. The other chapters will be longer so bear with me. ;)
Prologue
Chell woke, gasping. 'Where the hell…' she thought, wildly looking around. 'Oh.' The outside world was strange to Chell after living underground for years at a time and it never failed to startle and confuse her as she woke. The last time she had been above ground was when she was little, and she had been trying very hard to tune out most of her childhood memories. Chell didn't forget them, as her memory was better than most, but she rarely thought of them, for many were miserable and caused her great pain. Sighing, Chell got up off the ground. She still hadn't left the old "abandoned" shed that was actually the entrance to Aperture. It had been only two days since she had left Aperture. GLaDOS had once again gained control of the facility and had decided to let her go. It had also been two days since Wheatley had been sucked into space. 'Oh Wheatley.' Chell Sighed. She felt bad about what had happened. Wheatley was just a moron that became blinded by power. He had also been a friend. Well until he had tried to kill her, that is.
Chell walked over to her companion cube and sat beside it. 'What do I do?' She asked herself. 'I can't just sit here forever.' She attempted a frustrated scream but it only resulted in a breathy squeak. 'Stupid vocal chords.'
A frigid wind blew across her and she shivered. The first day of winter was getting closer and closer, and with winter, came snow. 'That's it. I need to leave. Now.' Chell, now upset and irritable, stood up, said a quiet good bye to Aperture, and then set out through the field of now dead grass.