User blog:BiggerNate91/EXIT

(Note: This is a continuation of A Date With Nate)

“Good idea!” Nate agrees. “We’ve got a whole date in store for us!”

He opens the door.

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You smack him.

“Ow! Okay, alright then, fine,” Nate says as he backs off.

He starts rustling through his own pockets. He stops.

“Wouldn’t you know... I found my wallet...” he says with a guilty smile, pulling it out.

You bad mood is not improved.

Nate throws his wallet away. “Anyway, there’s gotta be something here that we can use to escape.”

He turns to the skeleton that was already in the cage. It has a piece of paper in its mouth and a rose in its bones.

“Ooh! Ha, I can take this paper, thank you very much, this rose, you’re so sweet,” Nate says as he takes the items, blowing a kiss to the skeleton afterwards.

He notices a rock on the ground, which he picks up. “And this rock! Okay, if we take this with the handcuffs I was put in...” Nate starts, putting said handcuffs into his bag with the other items. “If we mix them all together... we just need some sort of adhesive...”

He then spits into the bag. “I got it! YES!” He shouts triumphantly.

He suddenly pulls a newly constructed cell phone out of the bag. You’re kind of impressed.

But Nate examines the phone more closely. “Ugh, there’s no service!” He tosses the phone away.

“Alright, we gotta find a way out of here,” Nate says again. “He’s gonna come back, and he’s probably gonna kill and eat us.”

You shudder at the thought.

Nate kneels down. “This concrete doesn’t seem too thick. We could probably try to dig our way out of here.”

He looks up at the cage door. “Or, we could try to pick that lock.”

He thinks about the choices. “I’m not sure which one would be faster. I was a championship digger in my school. I won state.”

You put this “WTF” look on your face.

Nate continues. “But I’ve never tried to pick a lock before. I don’t know, this could be risky either way, I don’t think we’ve got a lot of time.”

He turns to you. “You’ve got to decide.”

You’re really annoyed that you’re the one making all the decisions on this “date.”

“Come on, what are we gonna do? Come on... I don’t care which, we just got to choose.”

If you PICK the LOCK, click here.

If you DIG, click here.