Chell's fingers find the latch, finally. She flicks it open, slams the window upwards with a rattle of glass, and takes a cursory look outside. Ten or twelve feet to the ground? Easy.
She's fully halfway out the window before it occurs to her that her feet are bare, and that usually she takes these falls in Long Fall Boots, aaaaand then she's overbalancing and crashing into the bushes below the bedroom window.
Ow.
Scratched and a little winded, she rolls out onto the lawn and sits up, shaking her head. The early morning light paints the street pink and gold and blue; the grass under her hands and knees is soft and green and fresh. Chell appreciates none of it. She looks back up at the window warily to see if the man with the knife is following her, barely noticing her surroundings just yet.
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Chell's fingers find the latch, finally. She flicks it open, slams the window upwards with a rattle of glass, and takes a cursory look outside. Ten or twelve feet to the ground? Easy.
She's fully halfway out the window before it occurs to her that her feet are bare, and that usually she takes these falls in Long Fall Boots, aaaaand then she's overbalancing and crashing into the bushes below the bedroom window.
Ow.
Scratched and a little winded, she rolls out onto the lawn and sits up, shaking her head. The early morning light paints the street pink and gold and blue; the grass under her hands and knees is soft and green and fresh. Chell appreciates none of it. She looks back up at the window warily to see if the man with the knife is following her, barely noticing her surroundings just yet.