“Why do they look like people?” the boy asked the girl.
“It’s because they are people.” The girl answered back.
“Mummy said not go near them. Mummy said they’re bad things that want to hurt me.”
“It’s okay, I think we’re safe up here.”
“Mummy said they want to eat our flesh, because we have sinned. Mummy says that we always sin, and… and they are a… a remind… a reminder!”
“A what?”
“I don’t know, mummy just says it a lot.”
The girl gazed down at the street, the figures wandering aimlessly, and picked one figure in particular. All from the safety of her balcony high above. The boy watched too.
“My cousin said we used to make fun of the people. Other people used to call them z… z…” The girl stammered.
“Zebra’s?”
“Not zebra’s, silly. I don’t remember. He said that was a long time ago.”
A voice called out from the room behind them, “Kids! Time for dinner! Come on in!”
“They’re not all bad people.”
“What makes you say that?”
The girl pointed to the one figure in the street she had been staring at all night, mangled and shuffling.
“He used to hug me all the time, and tell me he loved me. He’s my dad.”
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Credits to: Castleraider
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