As the ball of flesh consumed more and more of the foamy creature, more and more furniture were shot out in all directions, leaving the impact sites craters of blood, viscera and other human body parts.
One of them took the form of a pick-up truck, tongues spilling out, giving out the most twisted of moans, and impacted what was left of the right side of an apartment building.
The entire structure collapsed, as Ramani could do nothing, but watch. The furniture laughed from all of their pores.
[...]
A pounding inside her head. What felt like hours passed in a few seconds. Her senses were numb, sharp. She could feel blood trickling down her forehead. Her lungs were filled with concrete dust.
She tried to stand up, but then gave off an agonizing moan, echoing throughout the cavern of concrete and rebar with traces of viscera from the pick-up truck. She fell to the ground again, onto a muddy puddle. Pain radiated from her left leg.
... not the end.