Now that their victims were powerless to resist them, the Zombie Clams began to digest their food. Wendy’s hair bands snapped as the acid melted them off. Her skin turned the colour of a boiled rabbit, and she realised for the first time in her short little life, that she might be about to die. Then she came to the realisation that she really didn’t want to die. Her small little brain began to process the mounting horror as a pool of vile smelling corrosive crept ever upwards, searing the skin from her smooth young face,

Her mother, Violet had been inside her Clam for a little longer, and the acids had already done significant trauma to her.. Pieces of bloody flesh hung from her jaw as the Zombie Clam extracted nutrients from it. Digestive juices flowed down into her stomach and lungs, where they scalded and ruined her. Her nose dissolved away, and her hair was leached and fell away from her scalp.
This wasn’t how she wanted to go, she deserved better than this. It wasn’t fair.. She’d worked so hard to bring a baby boy into the world so she could get fucked silly every day for the rest of her very long, pain free life. She was Violet, Seafood Restaurant Heiress, and she didn’t deserve to die like some common snuff-slave. But soon she succumbed to the boiling broth and expired, still worthlessly dishonouring her ancestors as she did.

Cleo had been long since dead. The acid, only just finishing up melting the last scraps from her glistening red skull, burning her sludgy brains out, and finally dissolving her eyeballs. While her body still lived, Cleo herself was very much departed from this world.

Soon her mother and sister would join her in death.