A/N This chapter will be really short. I'm only using it to get this small point across. After this chapter, they will become regular sized again. Cheers, the Dictionarykid
His flesh burned. His blood boiled. The twisting inferno engulfed him. The boy vanished instantly, burned and blown apart beyond recognition. He remained. Even as he burned, he healed. An arm started to separate from his body. His flesh claimed it back, knitting together over the wound and reattaching it to his body. As quickly as it came, it was over. He lay quietly. His corpse army was gone. They had not healed. The lab was gone. The hospital was gone. Tons of rubble covered him. He twitched. The left side of his face was a blackened and charred mess. He had not healed fully. He crawled through the wreckage. It had fallen in such a way that there was space to crawl out. He clawed his way to the surface, dust filling his good eye. His hands shot through the rubble. They had reached the surface. He clambered out. He stood for a moment, his legs shaky. Then he regained his composure. He was back. Kiriyama was back.
Again