Try to bluff your way inside

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't bring my I.D." You reply to the security guard, with as much

sincertiy and embarassment as you can muster. Almost as if your life depended on

it. "But, I'm here to see my little girl. See, I'm suppose to delivery a care package

from her mother. We both miss her terribly." You say, with a fake smile.

The security guard looks over you thoughtfully before replying, "Well, I'm sorry

but we can't allow visitors who've not first acquired a visiting permit from the

administration office. While you are certainly allowed to bring care packages to your

daughter, we can't allow anyone in without proper I.D. Just a matter of policy."

"But, my little girl ..." You begin, but are firmly cut off.

"I'm sorry, sir. But you're going to have to turn your vehicle around and come back

in the morning when the administration building is open." The security guard says

before walking away.

You sigh, and without much other choice you turn your car around and drive back

to your apartment.

...

Without any other recourse, you are left consigned to the fact that you will be dead

within a few hours. You hope that perhaps the doctors might have been off by a few

days or ... weeks in their calculations. However, down to the minute, you find

your body going cold and your life slipping away.

Later that morning, you are found dead in your apartment.