David nods and runs out the other way. He hears the grenade go off but doesn’t even duck.   At this point he can’t waste the time. He looks up at the edge “Everyone we need you to get down here now!” he calls out “They’re coming and we need to be moving!” As he says this he puts away his crowbar and draws his pistol. Looking around he can see a swarm of the zombies coming towards the garage and towards him. They are still a ways off but closing fast. This is going to be close.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The grenade roles into the front of the horde of zombies. A second later it goes off. Sending shrapnel in every direction. Wounding several of the zombies, the sharp shards burying themselves in the creatures shoulders, arms, legs, stomachs…but very rarely the heads. Grenades are designed to wound…to tear peoples innards out, to cut muscle and make limbs useless. Against a foe who has no use for any of these things they are not the best solution. A few of the zombies fall, either from damage to their brains, or from losing a leg or foot. But most are simply stunned for a second before moving on towards the building their moans growing louder and louder with every passing second.<br/>