Stealth shooting Corpse Girl and Maxwell

“I’m counting to three, and if you haven’t I’m going to—”
Her left pistol came up and shot Madelyn three times in the chest. The dead girl’s eyes went wide. So did Max’s.
“What the hell?!” shouted St. George.
Max let go of Madelyn and staggered back. Blood stained the front of his shirt. He tried to speak and coughed up a few dark red drops.
“She was already dead,” said Stealth.
Madelyn wheezed twice and reached up to touch her chest. “Okay,” she squeaked, “that felt really weird.” Air whistled out of the holes in her shirt when she spoke. She poked a finger at one of them.

Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 542
Peter Clines
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