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He went for the path least traveled, heading away from the entrance instead of back the way he'd already been. While this new way also lead outside, it was fenced in and like much of the building, gave him a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. It made him feel like a prisoner again. He hadn't escaped all of that only to be held captive again.
The air outside was cool and he tied his jacket around his waist rather than put it on. He liked the cold much more than he liked the heat and right now the cold would keep him awake. Besides, the blood around his wound wasn't wet anymore, so it didn't chill him as it had before. The walls outside were high, but maybe he could still climb them. They weren't nearly as tall as the walls before. The grass here was neatly trimmed and seemed to be made for some outside sports. White posts stuck up from the ground on either side of the field. A shed sat in the far corner of the field, probably a good start if he was going to try climbing. At the very least, perhaps there was something useful inside.