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He adjusted the screen and pulled up the X-ray he had just taken. “Come,” he said. I stepped beside him. He pointed at the illuminated image. “This is a standard human skeletal structure.” He pulled up a comparison scan. “And this is hers.” At first glance, they looked identical. But then he zoomed in. “Here,” he said, pointing near the spine. “There is an abnormal density along the vertebral column. Almost like reinforced bone layering.” My brows furrowed. “That could be a defect,” I said.

I play dumb. She pulls my arm out and points to the bite marks that are every shade of blue and purple. "I get mad sometimes, okay," I say after an eternity. "And just look at your back. I can see your ribs. You look like a holocaust victim. Are you eating enough, sweetie?" My aunt says, concerned. "Yeah...sure," I say, knowing I hate food and being asked to eat it. I don't like food, and I don't want to think about it, touch it, or talk about it. Barf.

She thought as she felt butterflies in her stomach out of nervousness. The prison was dark, but there was a small aperture in the wall, allowing a ray of light to enter inside. Ella got startled to see that the light fell exactly on the bones and skeletons scattered around the floor. The skeletons were huge in size compared to human skeletons. "She should be the skeleton of a werewolf!” She thought.

The sanctuary. Relief surged through me. I took a step forward. The ground trembled. At first, I thought it was an earthquake. But then the bones around me began to move. A single skull turned, its hollow sockets glowing faintly. Another followed. And another. Bones clicked and slid into place, forming massive shapes that rose from the earth with eerie grace. Within moments, I was surrounded by skeletal wolves, their ribs gleaming like silver in the mist. Terror rooted me where I stood.

Her skeletal frame clung to it like a specimen on display. A long, horrifying wound ran from her chest all the way down to her lower abdomen. The glass door was smeared with blood. A torn piece of liver and strands of intestine were pressed visibly against it, dripping red. She looked like a living anatomical exhibit. Crack! The sound of bone snapping rang out. Crushed by the zombie tide behind her, her bones warped under the pressure. With a sharp pop, a row of ribs burst through her flesh. Pale bone fragments, still clinging with shredded meat, jammed against the glass. They scraped against it with a sickening squeal.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

I stowed the little black box in my pocket and finished tearing the blouse from my arm, leaving it exposed. "There are some bones and muscles in our bodies that even with transformation don't change completely, they just grow." I ran the tip of my left finger over the part from my wrist to my elbow, following a straight line. "This here is one of them." Then, coming back I lightly squeezed my finger to feel the shape of the muscle. "This way you can feel the contour the muscle makes next to the skin and how it wraps around the bone." I could see their eyes paying attention to my every move.

The foot is also three times the size of a human being, and the central bone of the foot is very soft and can be bent at will. This would be a part of a partial reptile. When he climbs a tree, the balls of his feet bend and the nails in his toes hook onto the trunk. The muscles under the scales beat strongly and strongly. The crus bones bend back, similar to the kangaroo. "Well... let me see here." I was so drawn to its other features that I almost forgot my ultimate goal. I felt between his two legs, where his genitals were supposed to be. But that musculature is a whole. I groped up his hip, which was quite flat. There were no cracks or bumps under the skin, so I reached out and gave it a

When I threw more over my shoulders, my fingers dipped down towards my spine that I turned to inspect in the water’s surface. The skin around it had been carved away on either side to show the lumpy mass running through the middle. No bones were exposed; but it was evident where they were from where they jutted upwards. Smaller web-like scars ran from the gouge to the top of my ribs, before melting away to become part of my body again. When I moved, I could see the bones underneath my skin adjusting. It was the most fascinating, disgusting thing I had seen. It was a miracle the virus had saved me with this amount of flesh missing. It had done an excellent job of mending my shattered bones bu

it growled, its form unfolding, and unfolding until he was as tall as, well the space was empty and had no roof or any shape whatsoever, so I couldn’t begin to guess at its height but it was definitely over seven feet. “Food.” It muttered again, it’s words clear this time. Now that it stood at full height, I was able to view it in all it’s hideousness. It’s body was remarkably like a human’s, if you happened to be viewing the human’s body in biology class after it had been dissected, that is. Instead of a skin, it had skeletons -and not the healthy kind. It’s bones looked shriveled up. It’s intestines were small and his stomach looked half eaten.