"What the fuck!?"  Something just move the house?  Yelling?  "Oh fuck... the others."  He spots an arm length piece of wood, perfect for him save the fact that the grip was too thick... he could fix that later.  He tears off the left sleeve of his shirt, wrapping it around the "handle" end of the plank.  He quickly yet carefully tries to go through the door.  He looks around and calls out, "Is anyone hurt?"  He almost hoped someone passed out so there would be less competition, but he'd rather have living losers than dead ones.<br/><br/>