Armend almost laughed, “the inquision, vhat a show, oy oy.” 

	Before long the group had made it’s way to a guarded gate. Armend was hoping for more of a large stone wall type deal, so immediately his mind started to think of fall back plans should the zombies figure out how to get around it. 

	His eyebrows perked when the thought of a resupply entered his mind. Doubling up on equipment was definitely a good start to any apocalypse. The only problem was he had an ingrained distrust for people he didn’t quite understand, as bad as that may sound, he couldn’t shake it and he wasn’t about to stroll around an armed base alone with such distrust. He looked at the tired looking group he had arrived with and decided to opt for the one he felt enough trust towards to lend her his gun.

	He reached out, blinking away a sudden forest breeze that rolled in from the tree tops, honeying his nostrils with a sweet aroma. Two gloved fingers touched her shoulder and he all but whispered, as if his idea was against some hidden rule. 
	
	“Vant to make your thirty bullets to sixty?” He nodded towards a rather armory looking building of grey stone that contrasted against the soft pink blossoms of the cherry trees. He continued, “I vouldn’t mind a better hand to hand veapon myzelf, just in case, yes.”