More life was stirring, and Donny was getting worried. He hasn't heard anything from the old man, so he was either dead or worse. And if he was crazy, how crazy was everyone else? How crazy was Donny? Existential questions which he could save for later, once he's out of this place. Dony quickened his steps as his eyes grew slowly accustomed to the darkness. He was able to make vague outline of people, though it could just be his mind playing tricks on him. Even his eyes couldn't be trusted it seems.

[b]"Whoa!"[/b]

As he was trying to find the door, Donny tripped over something. Or rather, someone. He looked around and noticed the vague outline of someone standing over him. They didn't seem tied up, so either they managed to break out like Donny did, or they're the ones who put them here. Their dimly glowing eyes did nothing to make Donny feel comfortable about their liberation. Looking in the direction of his feet, he could vaguely make out the outline of someone on the ground. This person was tied up like he was, but Donny wasn't sure if this person was alive, dead, dangerous, or just another victim like him. The standing person then asked if they needed help, and Donny was uncertain if he should respond or if the question was even being asked towards him.

Then somewhere in the room a door opened. A woman spoke, followed by a gunshot. Donny wasn't able to catch everything she said, but he guessed that she was their captor. She was certainly in a position of power: the only thing Donny had to defend himself with was a small length of rope, while this woman a least had a gun, and likely knew how to fight much better than he does. At least when she opened the door a small amount of illumination entered the room. It was still dark, but now Donny was certain there were two people near him. He was able to see that the other standing person was male wearing what Donny could only describe as a "fighter robe", as it looked like robes suited for a fighter. The person on the ground was a woman, and while she seemed to be alive she wasn't moving. Perhaps she was unconscious? Either way, Donny had to do something. 

Flipping the body over the first thing he looked for was the ropes around her wrists. Sure enough she was bound much like he was. Once he found the knot Donny was able to undo them without must hassle, letting her hands fall down to her sides. Next were the robes around her legs and ankles. He didn't think about it at first, but those ropes are precariously close to her crotch. But any titillation Donny may have normally garnered from the situation was lost due to the threat of potential death, so Donny just looked for the knot on the ropes tying the girl's legs together and undid them as fast as he could. Once her legs were free he moved down towards her ankles, removing those as well.

In less than a minute the girl was free. Donny would have stayed and chatted, but freedom was just beyond that door. But before he could get that freedom he'd have to deal with the one at the door. With the rope he obtained freeing the girl, Donny was quickly able to knot the rope into about three feet. It's use as a flail or lash was possible, but underwhelming. Instead Donny wrapped the rope around his sleeve and hand, turning it into a makeshift gauntlet, capable of slashing blows. If he needed to punch someone. And he might have to soon. Once Donny was armed he made his way over to the mysterious woman, the fear evident in his voice. 

[b]"Who are you? Where are we? And what in the hells is going on?"[/b]