there are three of them. they all have long black scruffy hair. the one in the middle walks up to me, and says; "Hello. will you take this?" she says, holding out a singular zipper, the ones you see onto a bag or something. "...OK." was my response. she ploped it in a sack. "Take it out of the sack." so I reached my hand in and couldn't reach it, so I put my head in to see. "Gotcha." "Wha-" A burning pain on my stomach, running up my face.
TWO YEARS LATER...
now I'm one of them. a zipper down my face. "Hey there kid. look." I say. "Oh?" "open it." "You're wird, but OK.' zzzziiiippppp. Crunch, crunch, crunch. you might be next.
