This isn't happening. No… No.
Adam continued to watch as the wound in Bjorn's neck bubbled and writhed, flesh boiling as it tried to knit itself back together. His figure grew even more grotesque, the transformation spreading outward from the severed area.
His head… his head was being pushed to the side now, and Adam could hear his dense bones adjust to it.
No. No.
Adam's eyes widened. He remembered the flesh that had clung to his knuckles earlier, how it had squirmed before dying. He'd thought it was strange at the time.
Now he understood. Bjorn's flesh was confused, caught between life and death, unable to choose either state.
Adam closed his eyes, not wanting to watch the disgusting transformation.
