. . . We're in Constantinople/Istanbul aren't we?
[X]You're too hungry to think. Punch something. Whichever hand you use is the path you take. If you use your Dakka Shoota, go down the central path.
[X] Toss a bullet in the air and go whichever way it ends up pointing. Even if it points a wall.
Tossing a spare bullet into the air and watching it spin, your brow furrows when the bullets and points straight up at the ceiling, prompting you to look up and spot a few bricks that were a different color than the rest that might be a way to head up as you aim your Big Dakka Shoota up at the roof and pull the trigger, the gun roaring like an Ork with a sore toof as pulverised brick and mortar dust fall on top of you before you stop shooting.
As the dust settled, you smile at seeing what looks like a ladder before jumping up to grab it, managing to grab the lowest rung of the steel ladder and pull yourself up to start climbing up into the dark shaft.
"Hurr, hurr, dis'll be easy!" You chuckle as you continue your climb with a wide, toothy grin on your face.
Your grin fades after several long, boring hours climbing up the ladder in the dark, "Aw zog, 'ow long iz dis zoggin' fing supposed to be?" Looking back down the shaft, the light of the bottom long since faded away, "Aaawww, I dun wanna go back down." Grumbling and cursing, you keep climbing up the shaft, "Better be some zogging good loot up here."
As you keep climbing, your head eventually bumps into and dents a hatch. Grinning, you shove it open and climb out into a room.
You look around the room that you arrived at after spending hours climbing...
[]...the place looks fancy, like one o' them humie bunkrooms in a few places you looted.
[]...the place looks like a Weird Boy workshop.
[]...and groan and you find that you're on top of the flash dome and outside again!
[]...and start drooling. FOOD!