"THIS IS NO PLACE FOR A GIRL ON FIRE"
"I see the fog sliding softly in from the direction of the recent downpour. Just a reaction. Cool rain on the steaming ground, I think. It continues to approach at a steady pace. Tendrils reach forward and then curl like fingers, as if they are pulling the rest behind them. As I watch, I feel the hairs on my neck begin to rise. Something’s wrong with this fog. The progression of the front line is too uniform to be natural. And if its not natural… A sickeningly sweet odor begins to invade my nostrils and I reach for the others, shouting for them to wake up.In a few seconds it takes to rouse them, I begin to blister.
"Run!" I scream at the others. "Run!"