Peasy speaking through an Ex after it’s been shot

One step put St. George at the truck. He yanked the rifle out of her hands, twisted it into scrap, and she flinched away. “They kill,” he shouted at her. “We don’t. Not unless there’s no other choice. We’re the good guys. We’re supposed to be better than them.”
“They killed Ty,” she snarled. And then her eyes went wide.
“Hey, dragon man,” called someone behind him.
The bald man.
He was back on top of the garbage truck. A gory hole spread across the side of his face. The eye hung low in the shattered socket, and the flesh had peeled back to reveal the ivory teeth set in his jaw. The slow blood was dark and clumpy.
His good eye leered at them from a sunken socket. Without the sunglasses, they could see the chalky irises and wide-open pupil. The eyes of the dead.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 238-239
Peter Clines
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