“Yeah, I suppose it could be worse, could be a million times better too though. They took my weapon as well. It wasn't nothing fancy, just a Glock 17 with a spare clip... Still, it belonged to my father and I wouldn't mind getting it back. Wouldn't mind seeing what all this shootings about either. So yeah, I'll come with you.”
It didn't take the two of them too long to walk to one of the entrances of the camp where the military were seemingly constantly busy gunning down the crazies at the fences. The military presence wasn't light by any means but it was obvious they were a stretched a little thin. There were other places the soldiers had to keep an eye on after all as well trying to keep the camp under control. There were a lot of scared and desperate people; if they weren't careful things could spiral out of control very quickly. If he was honest with himself Otto was kind of sick of the base. He was sick of having nothing to do but stay in his head all day. The more he thought about it the more he wanted to leave. He observed the camp entrance for a minute or two; watching the feral people come again and again at the fence and the soldiers do their best to deal with them. After a couple of minutes yet another soldier came and began trying to whittle down the crazies numbers. They were distracted. Hopefully enough for Otto's obviously reckless plan to work.
“With all their focus on those fences it shouldn't be too hard to creep in there and grab our weapons. With the distraction of those crazies attacking I doubt anyone would even notice. It's not like we'd be heard over the gun fire either. I'm up for creeping in if you are, but that leaves us with one more problem. Mines just a relatively small Glock, how are you planning on keeping whatever weapon of yours is stashed in there concealed?”