Lily doesn't wait for the click.

She slams into the exit - it has a push bar, it's easy - and she runs.

There's an alleyway, and then a little circle of dirt - and a steep slope plunging from that into a dig site, a massive square sunk into the ground in preparation for future development. It's nearly pure mud, and there's machines scattered about, a single trailer-office pushed back from the edge of a massive hole in the middle - and a single exit, a slightly less steep ramp out that ends at a locked gate in the wire fence that curls around the entire site.

She can climb fences.

That's an awful lot of open space, but - hopefully the dude doesn't have a gun.

She flings herself down the slope as fast as she can without injuring herself.

And into - something.

A body. Bones with sinews of nightmare, a cracked human skull turned to stare at her. It's grown, in some ways, the rope-like not-flesh bubbling around the bones, but - the skeleton's still the same. Still the monster that attacked her.

It's entirely inert.

Lily doesn't mind gross.

She should've kept running.

She does.

But first - she spends far, far too long staring at that skull, a sick feeling in her gut.

The man appears to be pursuing her. The door clangs open, slams shut.

Yeah. Hence: run.

But her hip's hurt, and her arm's screaming, and her head is - something's wrong with it, but she can't stop - and her chest hurts in a way that has nothing to do with the air she can't get -

She's not as fast as she needs to be, and she realizes that within a few seconds.

She flings herself out of the line of sight of the end of the alley, gets behind a backhoe that'd been off to the side - there's enough plausible places she could've hidden closer to the alley that hopefully he won't find her immediately, and this one was kind of awkward to get to and nearly at the edge of her range - she barely reached it, actually.

He pauses at the exit, and - doesn't, actually, immediately look for her.

He's too busy staring at the crumpled form at the base of the ramp.

Convenient for her.

The cab door's locked, but not well - Lily gets it open, carefully, quietly, and - checks he's not over near her - opens the door and slips in. It looks in good condition.

Lily closes the door behind her, crouches down in the wheel well, and pulls out her knife. There's no keys, so, she's going to need to hot wire this...

She's never stolen heavy machinery before, but - the basic principle is similar, and this looks like a pretty damn old piece of equipment, and her pocket knife has a lot of other tools...

She absolutely does not have the right tools for this - she explores the cab a bit anyways -

...And finds a drill.

There's a sticky note on it.

Further instructions in the obvious place.

You're welcome, by the way.

-P12

It's in her hand writing.

...Fucking timetravel.

Maybe - maybe the version of her going by P12 (is that a - timeline? Someone she'll be?) knows where the girl from the not-place is -

(Lily hates fooling herself. Hates trying to hope.)

Whatever.

The 'obvious place'...

Yeah, she can see where she'd hide notes in here. The panel's held in place by screws, and she dropped her screwdriver - the drill's going to make noise if she turns it on, her best hope with the actual hot wiring would be moving quickly -

She might have to bail. She needs whatever message, first.

There's no convenient screwdriver she can find. So... Using the powered-off drill as the world's most awkward screwdriver it is.

The panel comes away easily. The screws were loose, and it only takes her a single turn to get them to where she can remove them by hand.

There's an envelope inside. Not a big one, and a note attached to it - 

You're unlikely to get out of here.

Hide this note, the envelope's contents, and your screwdriver as well as you can. He can't find them.

Keep your arm covered.

He's going to chain you to a gas pipe. The ceiling is unstable.

It will fall at 2:57

And then a scribble. Words scratched out in haste, the way she does when she's doubting herself in her few attempts at keeping a journal.

She tries to feel the original words between her fingers, but - no dice, and she'll need a light source to read them.

The envelope, then - it has a watch, a cheap plastic one, and a thick paperclip.

...Why not keys, or better lock picking tools?

Whatever.

She uses the scissors on her pocket knife to cut a little gash in the fabric of her bra and slides the paperclip inside that. Then... The watch, original sticky note, and 'further instructions' note can all go in the envelope, which... She guesses has to tuck into the other side of her bra. She didn't wear her 'running away from magic assholes' clothes today.

She tucks the pocket knife in her bra, too, after some thought. It's getting a bit crowded in there.

She's going to replace her entire wardrobe with clothing with interior pockets after this. Ones that have zippers.

She picks up the drill - checks for dude, but the coast's clear (she thinks) - and takes a deep breath, and starts on breaking the ignition switch.

It's loud.

But she's fast, and she gets it - drops the drill, rises into the seat as she reaches for the ignition -

The glass to her right shatters, and something surges through it -

A different something than the earlier monster. It looks like someone interpolated several mummies, soaked them in mud, dragged them back out -

And it's very, very fast and very, very strong.

P12 could've fucking warned her!!!

She throws an arm up to shield her face reflexively - and loses her moment to escape.

The thing surges over her, soft wet arms - unyielding arms - reaching to trap her.

She fights back. Of course she does - but she doesn't have much to fight back with, and her fighting skills are the schoolyard tussle kind. Hit fast, hit hard, hit somewhere sensitive - 

The thing doesn't feel pain, apparently. 

It drags her out of the backhoe.

And pins her in front of the man. He stares are her, clearly angry, and says -

"Knock her out."

A hand closes over her mouth and nose.

It won't budge, no matter how hard she struggles.

This is - bad.

(He's going to chain you to a gas pipe...)

She goes limp after a believable amount of time, feigns unconsciousness. 

'A believable time' isn't particularly far in advance of when she'll really pass out, though.

The thing holds on until she does.

This sucks.

She sinks into unconsciousness.