The smell that filled the atrium was almost overwhelming but she saw the cafetaria holding out. Good. Hold just a little longer. I'm almost there. Kenya ran into some wounded and probably dead people ubt she didn't stop to help. Her mind told her to keep moving. Anywhere. It took her a few seconds to climb the stairs to the dorm entrance and she was just in time to see a few armed people run the stairs to the second level.<br/><br/>That would probably be a good idea but she was so useless with a gun. Many times she had practiced and only if the target with big enough and the gun equally big she could hit the target. her own state after firing was often laughed at by others. No she needed her knifes which she kept safely in her stash in the dorms. Along with the moonshine. Thieves privileges was that you could get a drink anywhere anytime. Knowing she had little time she ran into the dorm straight for her place and noticed a few terrified Vault citizens in there. Deciding they were dead if they stayed here and they had a change of survival if they ran, no matter how slim, she barked some orders at them to run to the second level. Then she took her knives and pack and dashed to the door again.<br/><br/>There was an usual light coming from where the Vault door had been, Kenya guessed it must have been natural light, and it scared the hell out of her. There was an ancient TV show with machines no longer being made that had a spaniel presenter always asking permission to say 'cock'. She granted herself permission. Cursed it out loud and as the bullets began to rain down next to her, she half dived off the stairs to the Second Level. Praying on her way down not to get hit or mortally wounded.<br/><br/>Christ what a bloody mess this breach was...