They are crowded into hot, smelly transport devices. They are disoriented by the lack of personal space and stifling heat. They can barely breath and are pressing on each other with enough force to cause internal injuries. Some are injured by the strangers who have taken them from their families and thrown them into this terrifying new world. Some cry out, some are already too weak to do so.
Their journey is arduous. They must endure the heat and darkness for an undetermined amount of time. They have no idea where they’re being taken, only that the people taking them are painfully cruel. Locked up as they are with no escape, they urinate and defecate on each other. The waste burns their skin. Some of their fellow prisoners die along the way. They are crushed or suffocated. Limbs are broken, skin is torn. The dead exist among the living in this hell.
Finally, they arrive at their destination. Thick smoke from burning corpses fills the air. It chokes them as they are pulled out of the transportation devices. Who knows what their thoughts were upon being removed from those horrible chambers? They find no relief. They are handled once again by the strangers who show no regard for their lives. Some are found undesirable and immediately killed. Some are placed in holding stalls . Most are taken into what will be their last living quarters. They see others like themselves. They see mangled bodies and severed limbs. Aware, once again, that they will soon face a violent death, they fight. Their captors prevent their release. Every single one of them dies.
This isn’t an account of Nazi Germany. This is the final days of chickens killed in processing plants.
Go veg. Life depends on your decision.