Adam didn't really appreciate being manhandled by the cybernetic stranger, although already he was filing this away on his list of interesting life experiences. Something to tell recruits while getting very very drunk after he managed to survive this somehow. But more than anything, he didn't like this cocky upstart's tone.

"Looks a hell of a lot like a battlefield to me," Adam noted, his cool tone at odds with the fact that he had just grabbed a zombie that had attempted to come up behind him and flipped it over his shoulder neatly. Although his shoulder was screaming in protest for that action. Hand-to-hand was a young man's game. His kingdom for a firearm.

"If you think everyone running around here with no idea of what the hell they're doing is the way to go about things, then I'm glad you never served under me," he snarled, stomping on the zombie's head as it started to get back up. He ignored the ooze he felt under his bare foot, for the sake of his own sanity. "There are people here who are trained and have abilities that can protect those that are useless without weapons. We can maximize the survivor total if they flanked around the others and we moved as a unit."