Chloe

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Chloe is a Bystander Survivor and INT type Technician, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

“Did we come here for supplies?”
“This is the fastest way to Asyl. If we ration what we’ve got, we should just be able to make it there without having to look for more supplies. The longer we’re on the road, the riskier it is. Don’t worry—we’ll be out of the city soon.”
Hearing this, their female companion walked a little faster.
“I still don’t understand... Why are you helping us? We have nothing to contribute.We’re nobodies...”
“Everyone has something to contribute. You just haven’t had the opportunity yet.”
The third survivor, a skinny man with watery eyes, smiled at Chloe in gratitude as he pulled a water bottle from the large man’s bag. He suddenly stopped walking and shook the container. It was empty. Chloe frowned.
“Guess we have no choice. Hopefully, we can find water somewhere on this road or it’ll take longer to get to Asyl.”
A bit further up the road, Chloe spotted a restaurant with a sagging awning. They searched all the refrigerators and the storage room, but everything had been cleaned out. Carrying a rusty ladder out of the storage room, Chloe leaned it against the face of the building. She gestured to the bigger man.
“Can you hold this steady for me? And throw me the empty bottles one at a time?”
“Why?”
“It rained a couple days ago. There might be clean water in the awning. Desperate times...”
The man grabbed the ladder and Chloe climbed up. Luckily, there was a decent amount of water pooled in the center of the awning. Dipping in a finger, she cautiously sniffed then licked off a drop. It seemed all right. Chloe was filling the third bottle when she heard a cracking sound beneath her. Looking down, she saw that the front right rail of the ladder had broken under her weight and the man holding it was struggling to keep it in place. As his strength gave out, he staggered back onto the ground and the rusty ladder fell with a clang. Chloe managed to grab the awning on her way down and jumped up from the ground with only a few scratches and bruises. She immediately sprinted to her bike. Shoving a map into the skinny man’s hands, she pointed to a marked location.
“That’s Asyl. We’re here. Take the map and go. I’ll meet you there.”
“CChloe...? ThThey’re coming...”
The woman pointed a shaking finger down the road. Grabbing a firecracker from her bag, Chloe dug a lighter out of her pocket and lit the fuse. She hurled the firecracker away from their group. The approaching dead changed direction and lurched towards the crackling explosions.
“I have my bike, but the three of you can’t outrun them—not all the way to Asyl. I’ll distract them so you can get away. See the threeway intersection we just passed? Hide in the restaurant, and when I draw them away, take a left at that intersection and head to Asyl as fast as you can. I’ll join you when it’s safe.”
The three survivors hesitated, shuffling their feet. Chloe tossed another firecracker and got on her bike.
“I’ll be fine. The best way to help me is to stay alive and get to Asyl. Now, hide!”
Glancing back at Chloe, the survivors reluctantly entered the restaurant. As soon as the door closed, she threw a firecracker between her and the dead and waited, one foot on the pedal, the other on the ground. When they were about 100 feet away, she lit another firecracker, dropped it at her feet, and sped away in the opposite direction of the intersection. She kept an eye behind her, stopping to light more firecrackers whenever the dead fell too far back. After a few turns, it occurred to her that she might not be able to find her way back. Improvising, she searched for a spot with enough space for her to lead the dead around in circles. As luck would have it, the next block was exactly what she needed and she started to circle it clockwise, praying that she didn’t run into any obstacles or more dead. After about an hour, she guessed that she had bought the others enough time. Wiping the sweat from her face, she headed back to the threeway intersection and lit three firecrackers with different wick lengths. Tossing them behind her, she turned left towards Asyl, pedaling past the dead drawn to the explosions. As she got further from the city, the sounds of the firecrackers faded, and she slowed to a more comfortable speed.
Meanwhile, the other three survivors hurried towards Asyl. Biting his lip, the skinny man checked the map again.
“You think she’s okay?”
His companions patted his shoulder.
“Of course. You saw her. It’d take more than a bunch of dead losers to take her down.”
“I’ve never met anyone like her. I really hope she’s okay.”
A familiar voice rang out behind them.
“I thought you’d be in Asyl by now.”
They turned to see Chloe speeding up behind them, smiling.
“Race ya!”
As Chloe zipped past them, the three survivors stared at one another. Breaking out in relieved laughter, they followed her towards Asyl.

## Skills

 61 | Power of Flame | If Chloe is present, increases all comrades’ CRIT Rate by 2% every 4 sec up to 20%.

## Recommended Gear

Chloe is a good Survivor for the Combat Stages and Alignment Defense. It's recommended to leave her Personal Gear below level 10 and give her the Asyl's Luxury Goods, Asyl's Best Scope or Asyl's Best Ammunition as Special Gear.