The train I jumped in was in serious disrepair. The metal boxcar was filled with holes, some from collapsed rust. And some looked like bullet holes.
I exited the boxcar and entered another. The one I entered was dark and smelled like shit. I trecked the cascade of stinky sacks and avoided any falling manure. As I do, I checked the bullet holes in my chest. They are still open and every movement prevents them from regenerating. Whatever they shot me with, they aren't normal bullets.
Suddenly, I heard whispers amongst the sacks. I closed my eyes and changed my eyes to those of a cat. The boxcar lit as if it were daylight. My nose changed to that of a dog. It was a stupid decision since the smell of shit became more pungent. Nevertheless, the sudden increase of my sense of smell allowed me to whiff the scent of a human. It was a boy, no less than 17, and he's above me.
I looked above and saw the face a black haired teen. He had full convictions when I looked at him. He was so sure that he can knock me out with a single strike. But when he saw my green slitted eyes and black nose, his face crumpled to a fearful one.
"What the fuck!?" he said before I grabbed him by the cuff.
In this scenario, I could do two things. One, I could let him go and ask why he's here. Second, I could eat him right here and right now. His body looks meaty enough.