Kevin sighed, partially relieved that no one was injured, partially peeved that no one was going home.  "Okay, guess you're not dying..." He said feebly as he turned around.  He returned to the hall, inspecting the door on the right very carefully before trying to enter.  He looked at the door frame, and instead took some time to rub away the rough edges on his make shift weapon.  What seems like five minutes later and half a door frame, he was done, looking at the pile of splinters on the ground, but also looking at an easily grabable hilt for his weapon.  It was a little warm from the friction, but still easy to hold.  He smiled at his handy work, testing a couple swings in the hallway.  He moved to the door on the right once more, picking up a plank from the floor with his free hand, hanging his weapon out of his back pack.  He goes to open the door, ready to prop it open with the spare plank.<br/><br/>He musters his courage, and flings the door open, dropping the plank on the ground to stop the door.  He looked inside, examining the room carefully.<br/>