North, obviously

Evellyn looks back and forth in different directions, and on a whim decides to go north, being pretty sure there were some woods not far south of the city. Assuming you hadn’t dropped her off somewhere a lot further away, of course. In this direction the landscape gently sloped upwards, and Evellyn starts trudging up small hills through pinetrees and across dry, leafcovered ground. Thankfully it’s warm and sunny or she’d be freezing, and the dense pines help provide cover from potential prying eyes.