Your eyes fall downward, fixating onto your hands. They're fidgety, awfully fidgety. You watch as you pick at the skin surrounding your nailbed. You can't seem to stop yourself, it's frustrating. With a hum, you force yourself to avert your gaze from your fingers and to look up at the people surrounding you.

Huh?

Immediately, you notice zippers crawling up and down every person's form. They look rushed, sewn onto the people's skin. And for a moment, you can't help but wonder what is beneath.

Your thoughts are disrupted, disputed and thrown into the air before you can even process them. Your eyes squeeze shut just before you hit the ground before you. You feel water soak through the back of your shirt, freezing cold against your warm skin.

A hand brushes against your shoulder, and you turn your head to see a woman with her arm outstretched toward you. You wonder what she wants, but then remember that you're on the ground, and you grab her hand firmly to pull yourself up.

Looking up to thank the woman, you see it. She doesn't have a mouth, and it seems to have been replaced with yet another zipper. You grimace, closing your eyes and opening them. Closing, opening, closing, opening. Nothing seems to work. You feel like you're going insane, and maybe you are.

Quickly, your hands move upward and grab the woman by the hair. A free hand of yours moves over to her neck, where a zipper is located. You inhale sharply, closing your eyes a mere second before pulling it down.

You shouldn't have.

Blood and.. something else you can't place, spills out from her neck. It's gross, it's sticky, and you want to run away. You can't move, though. What the fuck? It falls onto the floor along with her now almost limp body, but you can still see her, see her scared and betrayed look, as if those zippers are.. normal. They aren't. Right?

You don't realize it yet.

You gag on nothing, before hunching over and throwing up right beside her body. No. This all just has to be a dream. It can't actually be happening, right? You didn't just.. murder somebody. If it can even be called somebody.

You run a hand through your hair, and that's when you realize.

You have one too.