They lived in fear. The Overlords came and went, and they lived in fear. They knew that for a while, they would be fed and watered, but in the end, like the ones that came before them, the Overlords would reap them by the thousands, by the millions; taking them all. None would be left except for the children, for they would be the next crop for the Overlords.

They lived in fear. Only when alone did they dare to move; the presence of the Overlords frightened them into paralysis. When the Overlords left, only then did they dare to feed, to talk amongst themselves. Only then did they dare to run around, playing, running around, knowing that their day would come soon.

They lived in fear. Vast farms filled with others just like them, all under the Overlord's control. Giant fences, boundaries, surrounded them, barring their escape. Even if they did manage to escape, they could only go into the wilderness, or into the domain of the Overlords. Going into either was certain death. No one had ever returned, even they all promised to.

They lived in fear. No one knew what happened to the ones that the Overlords harvested, only that when they came of a certain age, that the Overlords would come, not to feed and care for them, but to take them. No one knew for certain what happened to the taken ones, only that they were taken. No one knew for certain, but they suspected. They could see the Overlords, in their buildings in the distance. They knew the Overlords had to eat something.

They lived in fear. The Overlords would take them, they always did, Not gently, either. The Overlords did not care. They ripped them away, not caring what harm they sustained. Many were left dead, or dying or wounds that, without care, were certainly mortal. And there were none left but the infants, the children.

Then the Overlords would take the children and stick them away in the dark for the winter. Come spring, the Overlords would take the children back into the sun and leave them in the place that they had been born. They could still see the carcasses from the last harvest, bent and broken by wild animals during the harsh winter.

They lived in fear, knowing that they could not escape. They lived in fear, knowing that their day would come. They lived in fear, knowing that there was no hope.

The vegetables lived in fear.