It wasn’t until the last minute that Violet realised something ghastly had happened to her precious daughter. Was it the stink of shit and urine that alerted her? Or the funny way Cleo stutteringly walked up directly behind her. Was it the faint screaming kept in check by thick Clam Shells? Or did she see the Zombie Clam as it was held up behind her head, ready to take her as its new host.

She reacted instantly, tensing up, trying to ship around and fight back… but it was just too late.. Pink mollusc flesh slammed shut over her screaming mouth, cutting her off from the outside world. The fishy musk filtered into her mouth, and heavy set Clam Shells closed protectively over her face, leaving only the prolapse of its anus drooping down from where Violet’s lips used to be. Her pregnant belly heaved up and down as her worst nightmares were finally realised.