Cleo’s Zombie Clam stretched and strained as it relieved itself of her skull through its external anal tube. A thin trickle of vile fluids squirted from the pucker as a bone white lump was pushed from the over-tight aperture. Her shit-stained skull popped out, falling past her generous bosom, and smashed to the ground with a nightmarish clatter. The decaying body of Cleo lurched away from the steaming decapitated cranium that had once held the intellect and passions that had been Cleo the Clam-Diving Fishergirl.