Sheena's life had always been a quiet one, punctuated by the soft clicking of her keyboard and the gentle hum of her refrigerator. The outside world was a distant concept, something she observed only through the windows of her tiny apartment. Partially because she was an introvert with severe anxiety, but mostly due to the fact that she was — for lack of a better term — a total hermit.

But, unfortunately, anxiety wasn’t the only illness Sheena faced. She was also a severe diabetic. And as her insulin ran dangerously low, she came to the horrifying realization that she would have to face the outside world. For two days, she had tried to reach the pharmacy, but the line was as silent as the empty streets outside her window. With a trembling hand, Sheena opened her front door, stepping into the sunlight that felt like a spotlight on her insecurities.

The walk to the pharmacy was short, but with each step, Sheena felt the weight of a thousand eyes upon her. The people she passed were like mannequins, their faces devoid of expression, their movements too jerky and abrupt to be human.

"And people wonder why I never leave the house… Fucking weirdos," she muttered to herself.

But Sheena noticed something even more disturbing and peculiar about the passersby. It wasn't just their blank expressions that unsettled her; it was the odd, metallic glint that caught her eye. As another person walked past, Sheena's gaze fixated on what appeared to be a zipper, seamlessly integrated into the man's jawline. Her heart skipped a beat. The zipper extended from the base of his ear, curving down to his collar. Sheena's mind raced with confusion and fear. What were these zippers? Why did they look so... real?

She couldn't help herself. She reached out to a woman who stood still, staring into nothingness. "Excuse me," Sheena whispered, her voice barely audible. The woman didn't react, didn't even blink. Sheena's fingers trembled as they grasped the zipper's tab. With a hesitant tug, the zipper parted with a whisper, revealing not flesh, but a glimpse of something shiny and artificial beneath. Sheena recoiled, nearly losing her balance in the process. What the fuck was going on? What had she missed? The woman remained motionless, her skin hanging open slightly where the zipper had been undone.

Sheena tried to collect herself, taking a deep breath before reaching forward once more. She swallowed hard and mustered up every ounce of courage she could manage, and with a slow and steady hand, began to unbutton the woman’s shirt. That’s when she discovered a whole collection of zippers beneath the woman’s clothes.

"Motherfucker!" Sheena cursed with a shriek, jumping back once again. And to her surprise, the woman teetered over like a 2 x 4 and smacked into the concrete with a clank.

After further investigation, Sheena found that there was one master zipper that would completely remove the woman’s skin. So, with a look of fierce determination in her eyes, Sheena gave the master zipper an angry yank, until the woman’s shiny metallic innards were completely exposed, revealing a human-shaped robot form.

Fury flickered in Sheena‘s eyes as she slung the unzipped skin down on the concrete.

"Nobody fucks with my insulin!" she snarled.

And with that, Sheena‘s adventure began.