Fire Extinguisher

I was hoping to find an ax. I really wanted to chop down the door and shout "It's showtime." Alas,  no such luck. We did, however, find a long since expired fire extinguisher. It certainly did the trick. I bashed the fire extinguisher against the door untill the wood fractured. After that Olivia kicked in the rest. We crawled through a little hole that we created. We now found a freedom. It was the darkened, gloomy freedom of an abandoned bar, but it was freedom none the less.