Her Zombified body stumbles out of the docks, and grapples at the main door until it gives way. It walks her body into the warehouse that houses that days catch… thousands of Clams, bound in crates and nets waiting to be freed from their prisons and fed. Cleo’s muted wails and sobs didn’t prevent the Clam on her shoulders from reaching down and using her hands to break the crates and unwrap the nets.

The Clam, blind as it was, followed the sounds, smells and pheromones to its destination. Then it used its stolen sense of touch to free its brethren. Now, it would use its newfound mobility to help them to hunt fresh prey of their own.

Cleo continued to scream as the last of the skin on her face was digested away.