Mr Foster awoke suddenly in a glass cubicle with bare necessities. He had been fighting in London and suddenly everything had gone black...or was that a dream? His memory felt like a fog, and he couldn't tell dream from reality. Was he drugged? Where was he?
He then heard a voice blaring over the speakers...such an odd voice. Sort of like the soothing announcer in the GPS system, only there was something behind this, as well as a metallic tinge. It felt like there was something behind the voice, something not quite human..nah, this was just a recording, he told himself.
"According to basic Aperture Science protocal please exit the cube through the conviently marked Aperture science name brand exit door."
He drowsily left through the passageway, confused.
"You are about to enter an Aperture Science Testing Scenario. Although the threats may appear very real, remember that this is a controlled testing laboratory. Here is your standard military equipment."
He walked over, warily, and picked up his worn weapons and armor. As lights began to point him towards an elevator, he examined the area; white panels everywhere. Tile, and canvas, everything white and glass. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he spotted a hand in the shadow of a desk, blood smeared on the floor...no, no that has to my mind playing tricks. He walked onto the glass platform, which began a descent downwards through metal plates and panels. Soon it arrived at the destination...but here, something wasn't right. He spotted plants attached to the panels, and signs of broken doors, shattered cubes.
"Your testing begins now. Should you survive, feel free to come back and irritate me. If not, make sure to file the appropriate paperwork."
And then the howls came echoing down the metal halls...and Foster knew.
