The Shells closed slowly around Cleo’s head, clamping effectively around her neck.
She tried to pull it from off of her desperately.
Cleo knew what happened to girls next. As a Clam diver, she’d seen it happen to unattentive divers in the field.
The goop inside the shell was already beginning to itch and sizzle at her delightfully tanned skin.
The foolish freediver felt afraid in the dark, slimy interior of the clam as it began to fill with thick juices. No girl who died to a Zombie Clam ever had an honourable death.

She knew just what to do in these circumstances. But Cleo had to act quickly, she wouldn’t have long before the Clam mercilessly disabled her resistance as they always did. But like all Clam freedivers, she knew the special weakness that would let her pry it off her head if she acted fast enough.
All she had to do was….