God damn it. Why does everything have to be so complicated?
Right now the only thing he can see is the glowstick and he looks around while slowly standing. There is no other light from any of the surrounding streets, no other options, this was it.
He feels uneasy about climbing into the unknown but his only other option is to stay standing in the street with the risk of being discovered.
He cautiously walks across the street towards the rope, then gives it a quick pull to make sure it’s secure. He pauses to assess his situation again but the glowstick starts to fade. The chemical reaction creating the light beginning to run out of energy. The ground, lit yellow like his skin, begins to shrink with the fading