Escape

Nate walked out the door. It closed behind him with a click. Indicating that he would need a keycard to get in, which he obviously didn’t have. His only choice was to walk in the front entrance, but that was if he wanted to get back in. And if he wanted that, why would he leave in the first place. Staying meant he had to confront the desk anyways. And as long as he was back by morning he was fine.

He had to be careful. There were a lot of cars out. He was in a city that had an active night life. Unless he wanted to be reported by every person with a window and recorded by every security camera, he would have to sneak.

He ran across the parking lot and dove behind some bushes. This was followed by diving into several alleyways, alternated with walking on lamp-lit sidewalks. Every time he stepped out he thought that someone would come out from behind the corner and catch him. He also took the less popular areas. Less people, less well lit, and less cameras. He avoided stores or anything with big windows in front as much as possible.

This continued until he was tired. It was time to look around and find somewhere to go inside, where it was safe (supposedly).