Utterly Mad

Allan's face contorts into something between fear and worry. "Foooookiiinn' helll..." he says, breathlessly. He distractedly motions with his hand for the others to come look at this, and then begins slowly picking his way across the destroyed room. He looks around for any signs of life, blood, or even a body. For a second, he thinks that he ought to keep an eye out for some money, but the thought is quickly pushed to the side.