“I don’t have a ludicrous or gifted mutated ability at cellular regeneration. The only power I have to numb the pain is alcohol. I deserve to look like this…even though it will only be for a while. Maybe I can make it to town before I start to pass from the burns and melted away flesh. I can feel myself slipping away, but I’m holding on to punish myself. I feel the next passenger clawing at my shell, wanting me to die to be released…”
