Otis sighed, and nodded after seeing that the man in front of him finally lowered his weapon. "Alright, that's better." He shrugged. The southern female spoke to him one last time, before they headed out. "Otis Yates and I'll take you up on that offer. I do like living." He said, looking down and taking a gulp of his salive. The only thing that made him nervous right now was the fact that he couldn't get back to the Tokyo Garrison. It looked like he would be stuck in Japan for all of this zombie business.

He had not realized this little spat he had on the road was more and that this whole country was falling apart. It wouldn't be particularly exciting to live like this. Perhaps they could stop it before it hit the rest of the world. In the mean time, Otis needed to get back to his battalion. Seeming as there was thousands of hungry lunatics between him and the Tokyo Garrison, that was a little impossible.

When they arrived at the compound Otis let his weapon hang by one hand, strolling through the gate. He noted the men in suits wielding AKs. "Yakuza. Ahhhhh." He said. He continued to walk behind the group, until they were told of an armory. Otis's interest was aroused by this prospect and he bee-lined towards the building they had noted as an armory. "YUUUUUUS." He stepped up to the building and noted that there wasn't the army organization that he was so used to. With that, he stepped inside and looked around.

A grin appeared on his face. It was Christmas for the infantryman. A ton of weapons, all new and not abused. They all seemed to have good finish on them, probably hadn't been used by a thousand different people, and hadn't had the oblivion cleaned out of them. Otis looked through until he came to the most familiar weapon; an M249. "HAHA, FUCK NO." He diverted his attention to the weapon that would have the most ammo in Japan.

It was the Howa Type 89. He had looked up the equipment of the JGSDF long before he had come before. The Howa was the standard issue rifle for their military and probably the most ammo around the country, if any, was the 5.56. Of course that was for rifles. There ought to be a good amount of shotguns throughout the country, so he could count on finding ammo for that. 

With that he took the Type 89, and started collecting magazines. They had the regular STANAG mags, so he was at least familiar with that. Otherwise, it might be something to get used to. Otis started loading all of the mags he had gathered. Next thing on the agenda was to find some kind of a magazine holder, something like a magazine bandoleer, or a field combat load carrier. He would look like some kind of partisan resistance fighter if he was wearing that.

"Alright, everyone go ahead and go full auto if you wanna DIE!" He said loudly, to anyone who was present with him in the armory.