Donny stirred awake as the sound of distance destruction woke him. Also because sleeping on trash was uncomfortable. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, enough tat his wounds were healed at least. He stunk of something wretched, so much that even he couldn't tolerate living in such squalor. He went to the nearest bathroom and washed up as best as he could, at least cleaning his exposed skin and smelling a bit like a urinal cake. His clothing were still drenched in gore and dirt, but until he could acquire new clothing, he'd have to deal with them.

It was night time now. Still a lot of vagabonds sleeping in the streets, but also nightly prowlers on the go. Times like this was most dangerous for someone like Donny; he was a homeless bum, but still strong if pungent. If anyone wanted to kill him, he wouldn't expect any authority to investigate. And he can't be certain if there would be another heroic bystander to stick up for him. shifting his gear, Donny continued to roam the night streets. [b]"Maybe I'll make a quick visit to that crypt."[/b]