Donny peeked inside the room, whistling when he spotted the tool box. "Hotdamn. Something like this would get you one hell of a gun, maybe even your own pad. Sure this might be simple shop stuff in the past but no one's making proper tools in this day and age. Shit like this is more valuable than gold."[/color] Donny made sure to examine each and every item, verifying the integrity of it before securing the toolbox on his bag. When you showed him the glowstick he also nodded in appreciation. [color=firebrick]"Funny. I remember a time where something like this was a toy you play with at the pool. Box of this would set us up for a few days, and we can just leave it strapped on our bodies or even tied to the muzzles of our guns if need be."[/color] At the mention of making a torch, Donny looked at the old mop in the cabinet. [color=firebrick]"A torch huh? I think I can think of something. I a bit of cloth, can mix it with one of my petrol bottles. Tie it to what's left of that broom stick and we got a torch, though we'll need to break the stick down a bit what with it being so brittle and shit."[/color]

Taking the mop handle, Donny was able to break it easily with just his hands. He broke it into three parts, then took out one of his Fire Bombs from his bag. He removed the cloth to bind the sticks together, and now just needed to make the torch end. So he used another length of his rope, making a large bundle around one end. Finally he soaked it in oil, and using his lighter, lit it up. The torch illuminated about twenty feet around, allowing both Cat and Donny to see their immediate surroundings. Not that there was much too see, but at least it was better than nothing. [color=firebrick]"We got about an hour, maybe hour-thirty, before this torch runs dry. With any luck we'll find a decent place to set up camp before than, if not we'll at least have those glowsticks to use."[/color] Putting his lighter away, Donny had his axe out and torch in hand. He thought he looked somewhat funny: as a kid he always wanted to be some fantasy adventurer, armed with a sword and shield looking for monsters to slay. But now he was older, wearing metal armor and armed with an axe and torch, and he just wants to find a safe play to lay down and take a nap. [color=firebrick]"Let's get moving."[/color]