Bab 590: Relaxing day, huh?

Our grenades easily picked up some air as we threw them and they bumped each other mid-air, landing some feet away from each other. Nevertheless, they exploded at the same time, maiming more than half of the ferals feasting on their own. With that said, it caused the irate of the ones that survived and they instantly tried to breach the distance.

They approached with speed as they easily vaulted over the barriers, stone or deadheads, but the old man wasn't done. Some of them were still in the middle of the bodies of the regular joes when Oscar lobbed another grenade instead of throwing it overhead. They weren't able to roll to the side when it just rolled down after landing.

"THAT'S ANOTHER ONE FOR YA, FUCKERS!"