The sound that came out of Brittney's mouth was something between a child being abandoned by their mother or a dog being abandoned by its owner as she watched Dante walking away from her.
And it was the sweetest sound that Tank had ever heard.
It took him a while to come down here, to calm down enough to be able to give Hattie the justice that she deserved. For the longest time, he was worried that he would just slit Brittney's throat; his rage was so great.
But then, today, in the shower, he had come up with the sweetest of torments. Add on a new pet zombie that he didn't even know he had…
Well, the possibilities were endless.
"Since you don't know anything, then I guess there is nothing I can get from you," sighed Tank, taking something from his pant pocket. Holding the little thing up to the faint light, he squeezed the top and bottom.
