As much as she doesn’t want to risk losing him in the fog, this is going to be a two-hand task. Her fingers slipping out of his, Chloe’s pace slows a little as her attention goes to her own arm rather than any of the ones clawing out at them.

The perfectly normal looking skin retracts, leaving her hand and arm a porcelain white. It’s awful, so awful, to expose herself in such a way. At least the thick mist surrounding them might have some benefit in that respect. Not to mention that it’s probably not quite as awful as being mauled by the undead masses. Or watching someone else be horribly mauled by the undead masses.

Opening a small panel on that white arm, she fiddles around inside for a moment. A clear tube serving as an imitation of a human artery is uncoupled from another it’s connected to. With the end pinched to prevent the blue blood flowing freely, she turns to him.

“Okay. We have access to flammable liquid. How much do you need to create some fire between us and them?”