Swallowed
Mushy organic material accumulated on the ceiling, towering over its maker. Kirian let it encircle him, gradually grabbing hold of his lifted arms and black hair. It seemed as though the scientist had consented to dress, and an enormous, slimy sweater was slowly lowering to accommodate his wish.
“Don’t be a fool!” Tejeda yelled. “It will devour you too.”
“Kirian’s long gone, dear officer. I did devour him long ago. Then copied his body and took hold of his knowledge.” Now the crimson goo completely engulfed its maker. “I’m both Kirian and the bacteria he created. I’m Fresh Flesh.”