"Usually only happens if they're forced to it. Chosen cannibals don't have that problem." Bill puts in. He steps over the chains blocking the way into the mine.

Ellen snorts and pulls out a spray can. She shakes the can, the ball rattling around. She waits for Fortescue to pass and then starts marking the same symbols on the ground that she'd been marking on the trees. Her feet carry her in a semi circle around the front of the mine.

"Gas on, and light 'em up." Bill warns, stepping in, his own flame thrower sparking on.