His body healed faster now, the effects of consuming more humans becoming apparent.
The bullet holes in his chest and arms closed up one by one, with his skin coming together at an unnatural speed.
The blood that had spilled around him on the cold concrete floor seemed to vanish, almost like it was being pulled back into his body.
In seconds, his wounds were gone, leaving smooth skin with no sign of injury.
But the process wasn't without its toll.
His head pounded, leaving him feeling a bit dizzy. As he forced himself to stand, his knee trembled. Moving felt like dragging himself through thick mud.
His eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus, but he clenched his fists, refusing to collapse.
'I can never get used to this feeling,'
He ran a hand over his chest, feeling the rough, jagged edges of the fabric where the bullet holes had torn through.