Manny quickly pillages the corpse for anything of value. A rebar club, which he can't functionally use as a melee, too heavy, and some playing cards. He steals the gambling apparatus.
Manny shuffles down the corridor, with some entrances half-open with murmurs coming within. The sheer volume of voice saids as if their are 500 pound mutants in every direction.
"What the fuck? Why couldn't them assholes just kill 'em?? Hey! Hey I got an idea! We can say fuck this, go to Level 2 and just sabotage the air ducts. Maybe poison these mutherfuckers or some... I don't wanna to do this man!"