As he ran, Nate keeps glancing back towards the science building as the press fled the scene and couldn't help but grin. Something about the terror he caused as he broke out of the cage invigorated him. Not to mention Billson's blood, the feel of that warm, copper tasting substance running down his throat and soaking into his fur, there is just nothing like it. He almost considered going back for more. Just to try it again. It isn't like Dr. Billson doesn't deserve it after all.
Nate glances back over his shoulder again as he darts out from behind some cars. The flash of light instantly catches his attention, he whips his head around in time to feel the crunch of the car's hood and bumper as it slams into him. The world turns into a sudden blur as he is knocked off his feet, his head smacking into the asphalt road. Everything continues to spin, the headlights blinding bright. His ears twitch in reaction to the muddled voices and the sound of a door slamming shut. A black shape blocks the light and Nate suddenly realizes something is reaching for him.