'Do I want to know?' asked Tank as he lined up his next shot. The weak point on the clown wasn't between the eyes like it would be on any other person. No, according to the glowing red circle that only he could see, the clown's weakness was found inside of the thing's mouth, right at the back of its throat.
"No, I'm pretty sure that you want to kill. Go, have fun. The Queen is already taking her pound of flesh."
Tank turned away from the clowns to see his little Lamb, a gun in each one of her hands, as she continued to take down every zombie that rose from the dead.
'She can see?' he asked, unable to suppress the grin on his face as, one after another, the zombies fell.
"When she is touching someone," replied the voice. "Or when someone is touching her."
