Everyone kept shooting at it.
Bullets, explosives, fire— all of it landing, none of it mattering.
The thing moved through the camp the way weather moved through a place, and everything people threw at it just became part of the noise.
I watched a man unload an entire magazine into the side of its neck and the bullshit thing didn't even flinch.
Somebody tried an incendiary from one of the towers and the fire caught on the rotting patches of hide and burned for about 4 seconds before going out, like the body had already decided fire wasn't shit worth responding to.
From somewhere above me, Jisoo's voice cut across the whole courtyard loud enough to land over the gunfire: "Don't waste ammunition! Avoid it— focus on the horde! Let the black-haired guy handle the big one!"
And yep… that's me, the black haired guy.
