She shuddered and convalesced on the floor, urine spraying all over herself, the warm yellow liquid cascading down her leg onto the dock. Her screaming intensified as unseen horrors assailed her under the Clam’s shell.



Soon she lay still.



And then Cleo got back up.. Only it wasn’t really Cleo anymore. It was a distinctly unnatural movement, too smooth to be entirely human.

Her body farted loudly as she stood, at an unwomanly volume. Almost as if she wasn’t trying to hold it back.



Cleo could still be heard, muffled and low, screaming and begging for her life over a loud sucking gurgling inside the hard Clam casing. But the creature that moved her limbs was no longer human.