In front of the bus rested a large bag. A rather MASSIVE cloth bag, when you stepped back to look out a glass portion of the roof, you could make out some English writing on it.
"HORSE FEED, OATS."
Damn. You remember your time on a farm... all the sweaty work you had to do, all the-
The stink hits the bus, you can tell due to people bending over and holding their noses closed. You sniff- there's only one scent- horses. You appear to have appeared in some sort of giant barn!
"We...shrunk?" The person you sat next to gasps.
"What's gonna happen to us?" A young woman whined
"We'll be fine- I know we will" A businessman replied.
"Whatever we do... we have to do something!" You shout, looking around the bus. The driver opens the door.
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