Lance took out one poison bomb from his knapsack. He clicked it to activate it. Another click would trigger the countdown from five seconds.
"No! You reserve yours. We will consume ours!" Handsome said firing on the other side of the vehicle.
The black miasma, smoke-like, almost covered their windshield from the forward truck. They need to concentrate fire on the forward truck as if it slows down, it will domino the speed of the other two trucks behind.
They could feel some of the dead bodies were ran down by their vehicle. But the groundlings seemed to spawn from everywhere and in infinite numbers. They never ceased to attack the convoys until the three of them were tipped over or would destroy the chassis and create a crash.
Luckily, these Abominants were only level 1 and their bullets were effective. Efficiency of one's aim was the ingredient to be able to succeed this skirmish.
