"The fuck's the point of armor?" Akiada yelled back, moving to the window to cover the door with the minimi. He had no problem taking orders, or at least not from someone who seemed qualified on giving them. Especially not when faced with immediate and very serious threats. "They wanna swallow us frikkin'<span style="font-style: italic">whole</span>not chew us up or smash us or blast us," he continued, multitasking between shooting into the horde through the window and yelling over his own gunfire. "It'll just slow us down."<br/><br/>He didn't feel the need to point out that he had been against the idea of heading here in the first place since they'd already butchered a mob acquiring ammo and guns in the mall. "Hey, here's an idea for a name," he said after a moment. "How about 'Dinner Bell'? We always seem to ring one whenever we go and try and grab some shit."