Breach
I thought of handling them last because they were slow but if they were gonna play with their food and throw it at me, that's a different fucking story.
At this point, the initial advance of the faster deadheads had already dwindled down to a few that could be taken care of by a single person. Part of the reason was that these bloaters acted as a stopper for the ones that were a little late to the uptake but they were more trouble than I imagined.
Other than trying to get to me with their own version of throwable goods, they were also increasing the number of deadheads we'll face once they were taken care of.
Time waits for no man so I advanced further than everyone else.
"What are you—"
"It's safer here, actually!"
"What—"