*SNAP*

Went the ghoul and Donny's broom. It has been some time since he left his little hideout, but after it was compromised by those ghouls he didn't have much of a choice. He barely managed to fill his pockets before they overran the place. He didn't know how long he's been on the run since. A few days, a week, a month? He didn't keep track. All he knew was that he just recently got here, drawn to the sound of gunfire. It was pretty stupid of him in hindsight; why would he want to go towards the sound of someone shooting? He knew that noise attracted these things, and even if he got pasted him, what's the chances that he'll get shot? He was almost certain of this, and his armor wasn't good against bullets. At least that's what he thinks, and he really hopes he doesn't have to test that theory out any time soon.

Still Donny moved forward. With any luck, the shooter would get himself killed by the ghouls and Donny can loot his body for the gun. Or he could get a friend who has a gun, either would work for him. So he continued onwards, still using his broken broomsticks, now split into smaller kali sticks. These ghouls aren't the most coordinated bunch, and the only advantage they had was their inability to feel pain and to bleed to death. So his small knives weren't really going to do much if he didn't stick them into their eyes, but he could kick them in the knees and stomp on their heads. One or two quick solid stomps was all he needed, didn't even have to gib them. But he preferred to sneak around them instead; these ghouls had a perception level of zero, he just had to make sure he didn't get sneaked up on either.