Slime

Greg removed the U-bend in the sink and gagged as the smell hit him like a pair of shitty fingers jammed into his nostrils. Holding his breath, he peered into the pipe and saw something green and luminous move within.

Wedging his gloved fingers into the pipe, he reached for the obstruction, screaming as the latex began to melt. He extracted his fingers, which were now coated in the green slime, the flesh bubbling beneath.

As finger bones became exposed, the slime wanted more, making the leap to Greg’s face, burrowing into his cheeks. There was plenty to eat here.