"Excuse me sir are you alright?" Paul glanced up at first dazed at hearing the voice which slowly brought him out of his trance. The glazed look began to fade from his eyes and he took in the sight of the pimply grocery store clerk that stood uncertainly before him. Paul glanced down slowly and saw that he was holding a package of raw meat of which he had torn open and had been eating. Blood dribbled down from his chin. He did not know what to make of this but was seized by great embarrassment. Housewives stood around watching him with paralyzed horror. "Uhh" was all he could say before dropping the meat and fleeing from the store.
The cold air felt good once he stood outside but he had no idea where he was or how he got there. He had no memory of coming here. He frantically scratched at his chest, over his legs, and arms, those blasted scales itched like hell. He could feel them as if they were alive. They were still moving, morphing. What was happening to him?
He caught sight of a woman walking across the street, tall, long legs, blond, attractive. She was walking a dog, one of those yappy little ankle biters which reminded him that he was still hungry. Absentmindedly he started to cross the street when he became aware of an abrupt impact with something hard which threw him through the air about 20ft before he hit the ground. The sound of screeching breaks could be heard. A woman screamed. The man who had been driving the car that hit him rushed over to his side. Paul should have broken several bones after that, if he survived at all but he felt strangely fine. He blinked a few times as he looked up towards the sea of concerned and shocked faces above him. "You stepped right out in front of me! I couldn't do anything! What were you thinking?" The man who owned the car blubbered. "Really it's fine" Paul said, his own voice sounded distant to him. He stood up and brushed himself off. Ignoring the gasps of those who stood around, someone suggesting he see a doctor.
Paul just shook it off and continued to make his way down the street. He began to whistle a tune he never heard before.