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 burn...
