((Petra, feel free to post yours here too :D))

She groaned. Her mouth slowly filling with the foul-smelling slime. She knew that it was already too late; the slimeballs would soon attack her heart, and she would become one of them. No brain. No will. Just an evil, stinking slimeball. She would attack other humans, as the other humans, now slimeballs, attacked her. There would be no people, no animals, no towns. Just an anarchy of slimeballs, killing everyone and everything in their path. How had the world come to this? She sobbed as she realised; it was she who had started this bloodbath. How could Slimey, her chemically-created pet and best freind, do this to her? Victoria thought no more...

Um... critcism?