Fuck you Fargo, Kill the Mobs yourself Fargo, Go Kill Yourself Fargo…
These were the prevalent thoughts in the heads of the citizens as they hid well inside their homes, hoping for things to pass—if it would.
It could be seen as just prolonging the agony as monsters would still be able to breach the houses after some time, but they just hoped the monsters would skip their houses by virtue of them being quiet.
They would fight it if it reached their location, but the problem with that was that the blood—whether it was theirs or the monster's—could attract even more beasts. Most of them could barely handle one, let alone a handful!
However—despite the apparent carefulness of most—a few people couldn't help but take a look through the windows and peek outside, opening just enough to see what was going on.
"Oi, Baka, come here!" Tacky whispered urgently, trying to pull his friend's remaining arm. "Do you wanna lose an eye, too?"
