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Zero awoke to the sunrise and immediately began plotting for his escape. He had taken a free copy of a map of the area from the store where he had bought the fishing line the night prior. There was unclaimed wilderness just outside the stronghold walls; he could sneak out and be free. He plotted a course: starting from the marked trail he now knew was his outing to the stronghold proper, he would go down to the edge of the forest, sneak around the forest by the treeline (giving him cover if he needed to avoid detection), and just make a break for it once he saw the open gate. It seemed almost foolproof, as he pondered it over freshly caught fish and freshly picked berries. He sighed: while his heart wasn't exactly raring to leave the place, his head knew that he'd be caught if he stayed. His soul and conscience sat there, watching his mind and heart bicker until he came up with a compromise: he would stay one more night. He would stay until the next day and then leave as one of the "badnik attacks" occurred. He didn't know how common they were, but judging by the tone the shopkeeper used, they seemed pretty common. It seemed so simple: as the badniks entered, he would exit, and they would be none the wiser. His heart complained, but his head reminded it that he was leaving this wilderness for yet another wilderness, and his heart quieted. He began working on a sack to keep his things in; weaving it from pine needles and straw, it was ready to go. However, when he attempted to pack even his tools, the sack fell apart. He frowned; he didn't want to steal more rings, not to mention the fact that a wallet sitting on the ground was a deus ex machina moment to the nth degree that would probably not happen again. Regardless, it seemed like he would have to purchase a backpack since his sack was very clearly not structurally sound. If only he had some fabric to use for the sack, it'd stay together and hold well enough to get him far into the unclaimed woods. He sighed, since even buying a sample of fabric would cost more rings than he had (he didn't know how much fabric cost, but he knew it was more than nothing). He ate a few more meals, and night fell. --- Sonic was on his daily run. Tails had been glad to find his wallet lying next to his head when he woke up, even if Sonic used it as an opportunity to chide the young fox about being mindful of where your rings were at any given moment. The rest of the morning had been well, with the Resistance planning a counter-attack on Eggman as payback for the almost constant barrage of badnik attacks. Fortunately for Sonic, he was eventually excused (even if he had to lie about why), and so he ran his normal route. Eventually, he had ran the trail to its conclusion (and had even stopped to smell the flowers and enjoy the beauty of nature) before he ran back to the entrance of the new path. He didn't know how far it went, but he figured if he got started now, he'd be able to get to the end and back before-