The fleshy ball looked innocent enough. It simply sat at Anna's feet; that was, until it started squeaking. And then it rolled over, and out of it came an uvula, sliding open as the ground burnt with acidic drool. Out of it's toothless maw came about a dozen small, wriggly appendages, that wormed about. As if this alien development wasn't enough, even more of the pods started dropping off the walls and the ceiling, falling about all over Anna.