Kevin would have gone next if not for the fact that he could smell the burnt flesh.  It was a smell he knew all too well.  One that you become fond of when you wield the flame thrower.  Today however, was a major exception.  "Fuck."  He called out frantically, "IS THERE ANYONE DOWN THERE!?"  He kicks the walls, trying to see if there's a secret passage, anywhere.  He's putting real force into it too, something that would break most sheet rock.<br/><br/>He stopped, breathing deeply.  "I... I was a soldier."  He didn't want to think about it.  "I was in an accident that involved an amphibious assault vehicle.  It sank and I was the only one to get out."  He bit his lower lip, then continued kicking.  He stopped again, "I haven't been the same since.  I don't like closed places like this GOD DAMNED HALL!"  He kicks again, a straight meant to bring down doors on a random wall, hopefully destroying the bastard.<br/><br/>((NOTE: I would like to note... DAMN.  I put Bryce's name in the original post...  fsck.  He's a character in something i'm writing... just shoot me.))