The escape

She peeks out of the closet. No one is here except for on guard. She finds the easiest route is to go straight to the security room and take the surveillance tapes. She travels lightly. She is almost grateful she isn’t flopping around in sandals. She sneaks around to the front desk and raids it for resources and possible clothes.

She finds no clothes but a key to all classrooms and offices. She takes it and plans her next route to the surveillance. That room was always empty. She knew how lazy the security was. She just had to walk there at any pace. The footage would all be taken anyway. She’d been in there before, she was rather trustworthy. However just in case she memorized the route the guard walks. She was safe. She knew she was almost there and almost wanted the thrill of feeling naked never to go. But it needed an end and soon. She took her time. She opened the door to the room and sat down. She knew some codes that would take out the cameras For about an hour and then deleted the past recordings.