Smash. Smash. [I]CRASH[/I].

And off came the door. When Donny went to try to find the room where he could the gunshots, he found nothing, but he did notice signs that the place was quickly evacuated. He didn't meet too many ghouls on his way around aside from one, with a knife lodged in it's chest. Like the others, a swift kick to it's knees and a couple smashes with a near by fire extinguisher and it was dead. He pulled out the knife, looking like nothing more than a carving knife. Still, better than nothing. As he continued onwards, he would occasionally peek into some doors to see if there was anything worthwhile to loot. He managed to get himself a backpack of drinks, towels, and first-aid kits. More importantly, he found the janitor's closet.

After some time in the closet, Donny walked out with a new weapon: a [url=http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110223005103/fallout/images/9/92/Throwing_knife_spear.png]knife on a broom handle.[/url] Wasn't all that complicated, but it was sturdy and he'd rather not get any closer to those ghouls than he had to. He also jury-rigged himself a sort of [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120716221336/fallout/images/e/ea/Tomahawk.png]tomahawk[/url] using pipes, buggy cable, and big-ass nails. He gave it a few swings to make sure it would stick together, and than threw it towards the opposite wall, where it landed into the wall with a satisfying crunch. But in case he had to go hand-to-hand with the ghouls, he had one more trick up his sleeve. Or rather, on his sleeves; a pair of [url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110209055454/fallout/images/4/45/Bladed_gauntlet.png]bladed gauntlets[/url], using some bongos he snatched from one of the rooms and pieces of metal he made using the now-defunct boiler. Now sufficiently armed and armored, the scrapyard hero retrieved his axe and decided that he didn't need to be here any longer.

Though he was weighed down, that did nothing to slow him down or make him more clumsy. He walked down the halls and stairs at a careful pace, always moving briskly, but on constant alert for something out of the ordinary. And as luck would have it, he found it before it found him; when he walked into the lobby, he saw a group of people. Not ghouls, but people. But he had to be careful; he obviously didn't look like your average bloke in his metal armor and carrying his Mcguvver weapons, but hopefully they'd talk first before they started firing.