I'm 22 years old, and I'm an out-and-out zombie fan, fantasizing every day about where and where zombies will break out, and the best buddies often say that I'm mentally ill and possessed by zombies.

Today, as always, I rode my beloved mountain bike to work, and the company I work for is not big, only about 60 people, and it belongs to a small business. I shook my left hand and continued to work with peace of mind, because in the past month, both hands have been hurting from time to time, each time more and more severe, as if there will be a specific number of hits every month. I took off my gloves and looked at my hands carefully, only to see that the skin between my fists had cracked and there was a trace of blood, and I didn't see anything after looking at it for a long time.

I finally stayed up until I got off work, thinking that I would go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow weekend, and on the way home, I passed by a dark and damp alley, where three young men with colorful hair were beating a little boy who was obviously a junior high school student, full of a sense of justice, but I was more timid and I was entangled in the alley to whether to care about it, at this time, "Hey, fatty, what to see, get out!" A thug spotted me, and yelled at me impatiently, I was most annoyed by people calling me fat, although I was a little chubby, I suddenly got angry, and strode over, "You're saying it again!" A gangster who was obviously the head said, "Damn, I'm looking for death." After saying that, a fist came up, and before I could react, my left hand squeezed the right hand of the gangster like lightning, and with a wave of my big arm, a movement similar to an over-the-shoulder fall, the gangster was thrown out. Seeing this, two other thugs rushed up to me, and I swung my fist over, only to be wrapped in the palm of one of the thugs, "Hmph, it turns out that I just reacted faster, do you really think you are a martial arts master?" "I don't know where to take out a handful and insert it into my stomach, I was really scared at this time, my eyes were staring closely at his hand holding the knife, at this time, I felt that his movements were as full as slowing down in a movie, and the left hand that he pinched was a sharp pain, and I closed my eyes in pain, and as a result, the guy who wrapped my hand screamed, I opened my eyes and looked, stupid, a bone spur like a Wolverine grew in the crack of my left fist, and the bone spur directly pierced the palm of the guy, Driven by the pain, his knife didn't hit me. The other guy was also stupefied by what he saw. Just turn around and run. "What are you running for? There were three of us, and he was alone" The gangster who I threw out managed to get up from the place, and because I was facing away from him, he couldn't see the reaction on my left hand, and I pulled the bone spur out of the unlucky man's hand with all my strength, and as soon as I pulled it out, the guy threw the knife and ran away. I turned around slowly, staring at the bastard. Because of the anger in my heart or the pain of the bone spurs, I raised my head at him and let out a long roar, and the unthinkable happened again, and the bone spurs on my right hand also grew out, and then the bone spurs on both hands grew like eating hormones, fell almost to the knee, and stopped. The children who had been lying on the ground and had been bullied by the gangsters had long been frightened by the scene in front of them, trembling, and ran away. The gangster felt like he was dreaming, and when he saw me clenching my fists and holding bone spurs in the cracks of my fists, he walked towards him step by step, poof, and the gangster knelt on the ground in fright, "Brother!" Master, I was wrong, let me go, I didn't see anything, I have eyes that don't know Tarzan, I was wrong......" As he spoke, the thug's trembling legs got wet, and a small puddle formed on the ground. I was already frightened by myself, but now is not the time to be surprised, pretending to hold back a word "", the gangster leader ran away with a roll, I just stood there stupidly, I didn't dare to look down at my hands for a long time, for fear that I would be scared out of the heart attack, although I have always had a good heart, otherwise I wouldn't have become an out-and-out zombie fan. After a long struggle, I slowly lowered my head and looked into my fists. As a result, there were no bone spurs on the two fists, and there were only a few blood stains on the fists. If it weren't for the bloodstains, I really suspect it would have been a dream. With his mind full of incredulity, he ran back to his house.

As soon as I got home, I rushed directly to the bathroom, turned on the shower, didn't take off my clothes, let the cold water wash on my body, I raised my left hand again, stared at the fist, the blood stains had been washed away by the water, but there were three brown marks on the fist, I seemed to have just left a bone spur when it came out, thinking of this, my left hand was a sharp pain, and the bone spurs sprung up from the fist like mushrooms after a rain, I was surprised to look at the three bone spurs that grew out, and the three bone spurs had very fine serrations, The serrations spiral over the bone spurs, with the middle spur slightly longer. Thinking of the sudden lengthening of bone spurs in the alley, "Could it be getting longer now?" I said to myself, but the three bone spurs really became longer, and I waved my hand in fright, brush! The bone spurs left three marks on the bathroom tiles, and I looked at the three marks left by the bone spurs, and suddenly laughed like a fool, "Damn, the master will be developed in the future, who else dares to bully me??" "I was excited for a long time, and after I calmed down, suddenly a question surrounded my mind, is that young man still a human? Be! No! With this question, I took a comfortable shower in the bathroom. Walking out of the bathroom, it was dark outside, but I didn't feel hungry at all, it was estimated that half of it was frightened, generally excited, I looked at the two fists again, thinking about coming out, going in, coming out, going in, the bone spurs on both hands stretched out for a while, and then retracted again, at first the bone spurs came extremely slowly, and the pain on the back of the two hands, as time went by, the bone spurs stretched out, the number of indentations increased, and the brown skin between the fists of the two hands also turned black, When the skin between the fists turned jet black, the bone spurs on both hands could already stretch out like lightning. Looking at his fist carefully, he never dreamed that he could have bone spurs like Wolverine in the movie. It's a movie, but it's a special effect!! And so I fell into bed and fell asleep.