[ Berserker seems to be find standing on his own, aside from the way his injured leg shakes. It's fine...He won't crumble. For now, he takes stock of the interior: abandoned, smoke-damaged, but the facilities seem usable.
He limps over towards a door off of the main room, using the wall to support himself. The promise of being able to clean off the stench of blood and death is too much for him to wait. ]
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He limps over towards a door off of the main room, using the wall to support himself. The promise of being able to clean off the stench of blood and death is too much for him to wait. ]