"Oh, um." Zack glanced down at himself and frowned a little. "Honestly, I can't remember a time I ever really felt the cold. It's sort of just the way I'm put together, I think."

And before he was put together this way, again, jungle.

"I know it's not really normal. I don't even think about it unless somebody points it out."

It was one of a multitude of strange things about him. He was, after all, genetically the same as a monster.

The hair was something else completely.