The Zero Years Page #5

a little strange down there...

It was a boy.

A boy...

If you look closely

you'll notice them...

coming out of the gutter.

See that pothole?

That's their means

of access.

See for yourself.

Do you see the pothole?

I see the pothole but they're

hiding somewhere. I can't see...

They're not here yet.

I'm sterile...

All of us have been sterilized.

Have you?

What do you think?

I'm in here too.

Right.

So, the kiddies come out

of the gutter...

Are they here?

Not yet, I'm just asking,

from where?

Come help!

- Where to?

- The couch!

- Easy!

- Wait! Wait.

Now.

Stay with her.

I'll be right back.

Easy now! Easy! Easy...

So, you didn't make it...

Tight! Here!

You promised to take me

shopping later!

Let me finish my smoke

first, okay?

Where are you going?

To bring a sponge

for the blood.

Don't we always?

Stop paying so much

attention to them.

The more you do, the more they

influence your life. Our life.

And in the end, you're

wasting it on them.

So instead of them stalking you

they got you stalking them.

That's the trap.

I don't think they care about

us. No one does.

Look at the cameras...

We told them they broke

three years ago...

and nobody came to fix them.

They no longer care.

Got us where they wanted.

They tore out our wombs and

implanted fear.

Now we are of no interest

to them.

A loss of time, you see...

Mice in the walls, slowly

nibbling everything away.

And black roaches

under our pillows.

Empty cocoons inflated with

polluted air. That's all we are.

Dirty water...

Lashing, f***ing... Injections.

Nausea...

The children are here again.

Get her up!

Help, help me.

- Don't move.

- But she's...

The children are here again.

See what you did? They're mad

that you got in the way.

- What happened?

- They left.

Wait. They're still here.

How can you tell?

Do you see them?

Their smell is still here.

They stink like that?

But you don't see them...

Huh?

Now they left.

They're gone.

Yes, but they always

come back.

I can't take any more.

We have to get rid of her...

- She heard you...

- Hear that? They want me out.

Once upon a time,

in a tiny town,

in a mill near the river,

lived a miller.

He had a son, who worked

in the town bakery and...

baked warm and tiny bread bits.

Bite size.

Crunchy, smothered with

sesame seeds...

- And walnuts.

- And anise! Very crunchy...

- Where's the princess?

- What are you talking about?

Over the mill,

on the top of the hill, was...

the palace.

Look what I got. That's not

for a boy. It's pink.

It's for a girl.

You're just jealous.

Not at all, but boys wear blue.

Girls wear pink.

- Right?

- Right, like the kiddies.

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