Don't Wake The White Wolf
Snapping the door locked, I frantically twisted the valve to turn on the shower.
A torrent of warm water cascaded directly over my head. The moment the clean, pure water made contact with the toxic layer of sludge on my skin, a ruthless convulsion racked my entire body.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones shifting, breaking, and restructuring themselves within me echoed crisply. Clutching my chest, I dropped to my knees on the tiled floor and let out a choked, muffled scream. The bloody scratches on my palms and ankles... were closing up on their own. New skin cells rapidly regenerated, swallowing the wounds and healing them miraculously beneath the warm flow of water.