With that roar, the man went berserk. His arms, transformed into tentacles, began to wriggle as the flesh split open, morphing into purplish-red petals. The leather jacket he wore suddenly burst open, turning into strands of black mist that drilled into the man's body. His upper torso was now bare, and though he appeared slender when clothed, his naked upper body was as strong as that of a wild bear, plainly visible to each and every zombie.
Seeing such a mighty body, one would expect the zombies to grow even more excited, but there was no sign of the madness usually present when they sighted living beings on their faces—instead, they mechanically charged at the man.
