Carnage ensued. There was only one entryway: only one exit. And the Zombies blocked it with their own entrance. At first, the onslaught was slow but frantic, with eight zombies taking eight victims by surprise… but soon there were another eight casualties… and then as more Clam Zombies were born, sixteen, and then twenty two. Soon the restaurant was a hell of women screaming as their heads were digested alive. They stampeded to the back, trying to find another way out… but because it backed onto the water wall barricade, it was sealed shut.

It was an ungodly massacre. Noblewomen trying to climb up on table and stairs, trying to get away from the oncoming monsters. But they fell anyway.. One at a time.they succumbed. Slimy tentacles wrapped around them and hauled heavy clamshells over their crying faces.

By the time they were finished, dozens of women were trembling as their spinal columns were invaded by the nerve spikes of Zombie Clams. The restaurant had voluminous quantities of Clams in their storage… and the Zombies had brought them out in force.

Kiddie skulls were crapped out onto rich velvet chairs and beautiful Parasytecotton tablecloths, even as dozens upon dozens of new girls were added to the enlarging horde.

By the end, bodies were squatting on tables, defecating their guts out, and humping pillars in a blind desperation. Some were slumped against walls… but soon they rose, freed from their human condition, and helped in the slaughter of their fellow socialites. Their suffering was as exquisite as the meals they had been served that day.

A Clam crawls up the body of a roast that was being served, setting its fine tentacles to her bubbled golden brown skin. It sucks in her head and jams its body controlling tentacle into her cooked body. WIthin minutes, the dead muscles begin to move again, and the dead girl reanimates and begins to wiggle again, stuck immobile on her spit.