I stared in awe and fear at the sight before me.
Chris Hansen, whose skin was charred beyond recognition, whose blood now oozed out of the dark cracks, whose scent was lost beneath the stench of burnt flesh, was walking towards us and talking as though being burned to a crisp was merely an inconvenience.
Noah pushed me behind him and growled at the walking corpse before us. Even Tony looked shocked at the sight of his brother.
“What the hell is this?" Noah growled. “How are you still alive?"
“Whatever do you mean?" Chris asked with mock sincerity. “Was I in some sort of accident?"
“Get out of here, quickly!" Noah hissed at me.
“I'm not going anywhere without you!" I said firmly, taking my place beside him. “Answer the question!" I directed at Chris. “Nothing should have survived that
