Brayden stowed all the ammo she could into the sack, which didn't fill it entirely or even make it particularly heavy. The rifle went across her back. It was pretty big but not too much so. "We'll n-need more..." Brayden muttered, knowing full well that a single walmart couldn't supply the guns of the party for all the world's worth of infected. "We n-need to get to the g-garden section... and sewing c-center. It'll h-help with supplies and  c-can s-sew..."<br/><br/>Brayden looked the man up and down for a moment. He was clearly of Japanese descent. Brayden had a knack for languages, having read many books on them. She wasn't the best japanese speaker, having never been able to get rid of the accent that Japanese peiople tended to hate in western speakers, but she was fluent. "I could speak like this... if that's okay.." She muttered out in Japanese.