World 2A Chapter by PeachWIP
There are so many sheep here. It's a freight truck. Transporting sheep. It smells. Bad. The scent of sweat-drenched wool and urine permeates the small metal transport container. It's hard to move. Looking at the faces of some of the sheep, you see they're drooling. Their eyes are dead. Black orbs.
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