Seth attacked the gate until his limbs were sore and his voice hoarse. Nothing had changed since he was thrown out, and nothing would change if he continued to do what he was doing. He could always wait for the gate to open again, but then there was the chance of meeting someone coming into the city, or else if someone was coming out there was a big chance he would be shot on sight. The odds were against him, so it was best to leave this area, at least for now.
Giving the gate one last look, he turned to barren wasteland in front of him. He could see nothing of use in the area in front of him, but it was likely that the terrain was the same around all the city. He would only waste time wandering around the wall, so his best bet was to go forward. With no items to his name. No food, no water, no weapons, not that he really needed a weapon, but a knife would have at least been nice. Compared to the lack of food and water, the weapon was the least of his concerns. Without those two essentials he would not last long. He could only hope that there was something ahead that was out of sight.
He took a step away from the gate, and after that first step it became easier. All he knew and all he wanted was on the other side of the wall, so he would be back. There had to be a way to get back inside, and he would find it. For now he needed to find people, because where there was people there was food and water. He had been stealing all his life so hopefully those skills would come in handy and help him survive. If not, well, then he would be at the mercy of whoever caught him.
His feet continued to lead him straight ahead, or at least he thought. After awhile everything started to look the same so it was hard to tell what direction he was now going in. The blowing of the wind was harsh, and he had no way to keep the sand out of his eyes and mouth, and soon his mouth became dry more from the sand than the heat. He had no idea how long he had been walking, but he was about to turn back and hope his tracks would lead him all the way back to the city when he saw a building. It did not look very promising human wise, but at least it was shelter, and that is something he needed as much as food and water, especially with the darkening sky.
Heading towards the building, he walked around it some, but it looked like the only way in was through a window, so he crawled in. The place seemed to be stripped bare, but maybe he would get lucky and there would be something to sleep on in one of the rooms. He began his search, but it was not looking hopeful on his part. There seemed to be nothing here. That meant he would have to hope he could find his way back to the city and then find some way to get supplies.
With a feeling of hopelessness surrounding him, he continued his search and soon came along a dark room. He waited a few moments for her eyes to adjust enough to see an outline of his hand in front of him and then began to feel around for anything useful in the room. After a few seconds of searching his hand touched something and he started to feel hopeful again. It felt like a chest, but when he tried to open it, it was locked. He began to fiddle with it to feel what kind of lock it had. If he could find something small enough then he should be able to pick it, but first he decided to check the rest of the room. If there was one chest, then maybe there was more in this room. Turning, he began to feel around for more.