And with that the kingdom doors shut behind him with a loud bang. Leaving behind a silence he wasn't used to. He was used to the loud din of the city, the sound of rats scurrying across his apartment. He was betrayed. He was exiled.
He was completely on edge now, walking through this dense forest. He was glad it was still light outside though the leafs filtered most of the light. He sat down on the roots of a gnarly looking tree and just thought about what to do. He couldn't do much. He had minimal stamina, no martial arts training (that he could remember).
Now, if the children were put in academies and taught how to survive, then how did he not know how to send a signal? Simple, when he first made the journey from the city he was born in, when the government had taken him to the academy where the kids ate, slept, lived, and learned, he'd often snuck out by bribing the teachers with out-of-season fruit. Why did they accept this simple gift? Without regulated facilities to grow fruit out of season, fruit that wasn't growing naturally Outside was very rare.
When he laid back against the tree, exhausted from thinking he felt a tickle on his neck. He slapped his neck, looked at his hand and seen a dead spider. He screamed and ran in the direction opposite of the setting sun.