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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.
The Clam-Zombie apocalypse has begun.. You're all doomed. DOOMED I tell you.
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Posted by DarkDay 6 years ago Report
*loads a shotgun*
Someone please pass the Siracha sauce...cause I'll be having calamary for days, ya'll!
Posted by FourzeRiderTea 6 years ago Report
Calamari is squid
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
I prefer Moules frites myself
Posted by emikochan 6 years ago Report
This seems like the kind of facility that should have someone keeping an eye on it XD
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
Oh, please, the Clam room is perfectly safe. Each Clam is locked away safely, and securely... and even if they did escape, they're a slow moving creature that is only truly dangerous to the slow, infirm and the mentally inferior.
Come to the Restaurant to dine some time and see for yourself. The atmosphere is divine, the food exquisite, the company fantastic, and The fried Clams are to simply die for..
There's almost no chance of them escaping and ruining your evening by wrapping around your head and burrowing into your spine, making you evacuate your bowels in front of your other dinner guests as it painfully pulps your brain matter.
Almost no chance at all. Really, don't think about it. You'll be fine. Just fine.
Posted by emikochan 6 years ago Report
I feel like there's already one behind me isn't there... :P
Posted by FourzeRiderTea 6 years ago Report
Yeah and I am outta there * runs
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
Keep running, you might get away... but you’ll probably just die tired.
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
There comes a sick wet slurping sound from behind you as if some giant slick pussy lips have parted. Thin Tendrils grasp at your frightened body, massaging with a strong goopy awfulness. One wraps brutally around one of your titties so powerfully that you are afraid that it was about to be ripped off. It begins to turn purple as blood in it is restricted. Another tendril hooks around your windpipe and hauls it’s owner onto your back.
It’s now that you come to the realisation that you are nothing more than prey about to die. Tears stream down your pretty face as you try to gurgle out some inaudible last words.
Then darkness embraces you; a wet, fishy, slimy darkness. You struggle for a bit... but are soon overwhelmed by a sharp pain in your neck. A pressure runs down your spine, and you can feel your vertibrae pop and fracture one by one as something fills it. Soon your body moves on its own, quivering convulsively, You can feel your bowels loosen involuntarily, your sticky brown feces sliding out your anus.
Something warm and wet runs down your legs as you shame yourself, making your death a coward’s one. But of course, it’s not your body anymore is it?
Finally in the darkness, that blinds you, a thin spray of something that feels scalding, burns away at the soft flesh of your face. It’s agony unlike anything you’ve ever experienced as it delecately peels your flesh off one layer at a time. Your eyeballs scar and then liquify with a sticky pop.
The last thing you experience, even though your tongue has long since fallen out, is the tart sweet taste of rusty purple
refridgerator, courtesy of your brain boiling inside your skull. You die as the soupy pink matter spills out the ear holes of your skull.
Emikochan joins the Clam Zombie horde, just another in the legion of beautiful dead girls ambling about, their lives already forgotten by the world.
Posted by emikochan 6 years ago Report
<3
Posted by FourzeRiderTea 6 years ago Report
Do you think it is possible to domesticate one of those clams
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
There are much better pets you can keep if you’d like a clam to stroke every day. They look much prettier in a Collar than a Zombie Clam