The man reacted alright, throwing off Kenji's aim, but the boy still managed to catch him with his awkward, hysterical blow. Somehow he'd torn the leathery, mottled, sickly skin, and the old man's blood began to bubble out with the weak, unsteady beat of his heart. The old creature let out a screech and scrabbled backwards, falling over himself. Kenji did much the same with less noise, the bindings making it awkward to distance himself. At first he was terrified, thinking that the cannibal would recover and come after him--but a shot rang out, and the creature scurried to the corner where he collapsed, twitching and sobbing, no doubt in incredible pain and trying in vain to hold back the blood with his gnarled fingers. Soon his clothes and the dirt around him were even filthier as the thin, watery fluid refused to be staunched.

Kenji managed to roll over and turn his face enough to see what was going on. A door had been thrown open, allowing more light into the room, though the darkness still ruled this grim place. The others had begun to stir; Kenji watched several of them use their hands to frantically work at the other knots binding them. 

[i]Holy shit why didn't I think of that. I pride myself on doing smart things, holy shit I just completely missed that.[/i]

[i]You were panicked and thought you were under attack. Also are you seriously just going to ignore that you just killed that guy?[/i]

[i]Someone else in here has a gun.[/i]

[i]I have to ignore it, if I acknowledge it now everything goes to hell, I have to stay calm...have to survive...safety first, think primitive, think simple, find safety...[/i]

A white haired man, muscular, had managed to break his binds with a grunt of effort, the rotted ropes fraying and crackling as they came apart. He had moved to help a woman who was rocking back and forth, whimpering. The pale woman who was the one responsible for the gunshot, judging by the weapon at her hip, was near the door, apparently blocking the exit even though she'd been the one to open it from the other side. Near her was a man with his hand on the wall, likely feeling his way before the portal to the outside had been opened. This fellow had completely undone his bindings with what seemed like practice skill, as opposed to hastily tearing at the knots or just breaking them with sheer strength.

Some guy with the whole "hooded mysterious figure" shtick was in front of the woman with the gun, having been knocked on his rear when the door had opened.  The guy who'd been feeling his way through the dark, now able to see, moved to help the other man and undo the bindings on the still-catatonic woman. He used the ropes to jury-rig himself a weapon. The now-freed woman still lay there, completely still...was she hurt? Dead?

Another girl, a blonde, screamed as she woke up, and like Kenji had she began struggling to get herself into a position where she could see something. When she finally laid eyes on the woman with the gun, she froze.

The white haired man, who Kenji now realized seemed to be wearing some sort of martial arts uniform, spoke up in a louder tone than most of the others thus far. He made a snarky remark about the woman with the gun and her treatment of the old man. 

[i]Must not have noticed I literally kicked that man's jugular out just a few minutes ago. Maybe he won't notice. If he does I hope that doesn't put me on his bad side.[/i]

There was another girl in the room, this one with brown hair, and she merely seemed to be taking everything in silently. There were still others, but they seemed to either still be sleeping, or at least not moving around much. No one yet had apparently taken notice of Kenji even though he'd been the first one to try and do something about the crazy old man aside from this woman with the gun. 

[i]Maybe that's a good thing. Let's focus on freeing myself and getting some room to think, here. Everyone else is already asking the questions--let's just wait until the woman with the gun actually answers.[/i]

He scooted backwards until his back was against the wall, and he could look out over the room and see everyone, make observations. He managed to loosen the gag around his mouth enough to let it hang down around his throat. Then he untied his ankles, then his legs. Using his teeth he undid the knot around his wrist--finally, he was free. Like the other man, he decided that the rope would probably make a good weapon, but he wasn't very good at tying knots. He just did a basic over-and-under, like he was tying a trashbag shut, then did another one on top of that and another on top of that, eventually binding all the robes together in an awkward flail-shape, the knotty bits forming a heavy weight at one end. The whole time he was doing this, his eyes roamed the surroundings, explored faces, took in expressions. His ears were pricked for voices, trying to pick out anything that would help him figure out just what the hell was going on.