Another quickly grouped burst of gun shots, another thud as a revenant hits the ground. Shaun scans the way it came, ejecting his now-empty clip and popping his replacement out from his pocket, tucking it in with an efficient familiarity.

He turns to check on how Carl is doing just in time to see the kid slam the iron through the undead thing's eye.

Shaun whistles lowly. "Efficient." And then, voice quieter. "I wonder how many of these things there are. If they aren't turning anyone else, we might be able to contain this."