"Nice items…"
The machetes, flamethrower fuel, barbed wire, shock grenades, and spiked bats weren't new to him. He had already distributed similar weapons to Taylor and the recruits he left behind at Icarus Shelter.
As a matter of fact, he had plenty of them. However, it was always a good thing to get more supplies. After all,, those tools were meant to give them a fighting chance if anything unexpected happened.
But the Acidic Grenades… those were different.
Only ten pieces.
Rare, corrosive, and devastating. They weren't meant for skirmishes or patrols, they were weapons of last resort, designed for large‑scale combat against overwhelming zombie hordes. Shane studied the entry again and liked its description.
"These… I'll keep them for myself," he muttered.
If the day comes when thousands swarm the walls, these grenades would turn the tide.
Furthermore, they were also a bit too dangerous to be handed over, so he might as well just keep it until necessary.
