Life After the Zombie Wasteland

“Bang!”

I slammed my fist into the mirror. It shattered, breaking into countless pieces that fell to the ground. Several cuts appeared on my fist, and a few drops of blood trickled out.

Drip, drip!

Then I witnessed something I could hardly believe. The cuts began to heal at a visible speed. Before long, not even a trace of a scratch remained on the back of my hand.

In disbelief, I touched it. Smooth as could be. Damn, that's amazing!