CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Zane Brooks couldn’t process his transformation. It struck him as a joke. A high-end, multimillion-dollar joke by a so-called doctor waiting in the wings with cameramen to document the experience.
At least, that was what he thought until he lost his vision. Panic set in, and he clawed at the space around him trying to get hold of something.
What was this place? He had ended up in a dull green world before suddenly transforming into this...this monstrosity.
His claws grasped air. He floated, suffocating in this place, not knowing up from down.
All he wanted now was to go back home. Back to the crappy, collapsing apartment. He would have done anything to get his old self back.
He thought of Thurston and seethed. That f*****g doctor did this to him.
Out of nowhere, a
