Abby fiddled idly with her rock hammer, spinning it slowly between thumb and forefinger, her digits moving smoothly over the rusty-brown stained leather wrapping the handle. She kept it with her all the time now, even closer to hand than the backpack that was resting against her shin beneath the table, her foot twisted through one strap in case someone tried to grab it.
"I think we're making this whole rule of law thing more complicated than it has to be." Abby forced herself to stop twirling the hammer, and set it down on the tabletop, though she kept a hand on it. "We don't need new rules. Same ones apply as before Black Friday, right? Don't steal, no murders, no raping anyone? Violators get kicked out of the community. Someone make an announcement to the refugees to that effect, seems pretty straightforward to me."
She gestured to the Japanese captain with her chin. "And I think he's right about concentrating on fortifying one building for now, or at least getting everyone set up in there. I don't think we have enough people to maintain a perimeter of the whole campus. We can start improvising a wall, but until we get that finished we're always going to have rabids straggling in." She refused to call them zombies - reanimated dead bodies weren't possible.
"As for the supply run, well, I'm the wrong kind of doctor for what you're looking for." Ph.D., not M.D.. "We're going to need more than canned food and dry goods, which are going to run out pretty soon even if we empty out the Walmart, and I might be able to help out with that once we get a bit settled, but I don't think I'm going to be going on this particular outing. Oh, but get bicycles," she added. "We're going to run out of gas eventually, and they're faster than walking or, you know, shambling."