The remnants of the giant mutant lurking under the sand accidentally triggered a fishing battle, and Team 04, with the railgun on their mobile base vehicle, targeted and bombarded the foothills without end, while those mutants intent on greedily devouring flesh did not realize that the nearby dead volcano might at any moment cast down deadly shells upon them.
A single 152 demolition bomb brought the feast to its climax, the mutants suffered heavy casualties, but there was even more flesh available for consumption, and the surviving mutants did not care about the impending doom that could befall them at any moment.
Big and small, solitary and in groups, burrowing in the sand and crawling on its surface, those capable of flight, gathered from all directions drawn by the stench of blood and flesh, solely to stuff their bellies.
