There was a flash of movement as a large lump of something cold and sticky plopped onto my right shoulder. Terror gripped me as I tried to shake the slime loose, but it was stuck fast. It was going to dissolve my flesh, piece at a time: first my shoulder, then the rest.
Black slime, deadly black slime, black slime that dissolves everything in its path. And Paige knows where the slime is heading next . . .
