Jesse Pinkman doesn't have superpowers. He's not even as powerful as the rumors that spread about him back home that he'd crushed some guy's head in with an ATM machine for stealing drugs from him. No--that had been the guy's wife; another addict--and Jesse had told her to stop; not to do it. But it was of no use, and then it was done. He ran from the home, but not before rescuing their neglected child, calling the police at risk of being caught himself and leaving him shrouded in a blanket on the porch for the authorities to find. All that being said, he does hold some heroic qualities in spite of what he may think of himself.

Powers, though? No. He doesn't even have any of his weapons from home. He is however, armed with an arsenal of candles and a lighter, and so he tries to avoid the tar-covered corpses while also trying to hand out the candles. Fire and light keep the creatures at bay, so he'll do his best to help others. He's armed with a lantern himself as he weaves his way through the crowd, holding the lantern out to ward away any corpses headed his way. An arrow whizzes by his shoulder and Jesse ducks down, eyes narrowed as he looks behind him for its source.

"A little help here?" Jesse calls out towards the archer. He's being surrounded by corpses and even as he wards off one after another with his lantern in one hand and a lit candle in the other, there's only so much he can do when they seem to be coming from all angles.