You shrug and decide to keep your lethal weapon set. A few other people do the same but it looks like most have chosen to try and save the werewolves. The young man who first spoke up turns and scowls at you and the rest of the people on your side, as do a few other people. It appears your team is now split.
"Ah, who needs those wimps." 'they'll probably get torn to shreds in 5 minutes going out like that." you turn to see that the person talking was a thin red haired girl, wearing a green cameo version of the armored top that protected you’re torso, arms, and neck with two ammo slings around her. She had black knee guards over her blue jeans and was wearing combat boots, which she may have had before she arrived. The weapons she had chosen were an AA-12 drum magazine auto shotgun, a 500 S&W Magnum revolver, a belt of 10 grenades, and a Bowie knife. "Going for the, up close and personal approach?" you ask. The girl looks over at you and smiles, "yep, I ain't afraid of no werewolves, my parents were both military, told me all their war stories, and I spent my whole life looking for thrills and preparing to join the military out of high school." "What about you?" she asks. "What’s your load out?"
"One scoped M14 carbine with a flame thrower, an M9 pistol, one magnum kukri machete, and a Model 590A1." “Plus I’m wearing a black armor top with pockets, metal leggings, and water proof boots." "Not bad." she says. "look, every one here is going to have to work together, even more so now that it seems less than half of us have the balls to do what is necessary to survive, so what do you say to me being the team leader?" you have to consider this a moment. The girl in front of you really could be all she appears to be, or she could have just played too much combat online. What do you do?