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"Then keep you're flabby back out of my space, jackass!"
"Help! Someone!"
"SHUT UP!!" a chorus of stressed voices joined together for a rare moment of unity to silence the one person who'd yet to get with the program. All of them had been dumped into this transparent plastic bag for days now, having been shipped from manufacturing and delivered to this truck stop in what looked like the middle of no where. The brief glimpse they could get when the chip shelf was empty showed a vast stretch of desert beyond the grimy glass door.
Reagan was one of few who'd remained silent through the last two days. Her limbs were weary from pushing herself against the others. At night, they'd all resolve to lump together in a pile at the bottom of the plastic. This wasn't a comfortable situation for anyone involved, particularly the tomboyish blond he repelled any unwarranted touching of her person.
Her disgust was only countered by her hopelessness in her position. She knew what they were doing her. They all knew, the one or two remained in denial. They'd heard of some folks that bought their packages to free the people inside, some even looking after them under the laws nose.
Everyone else either ignored them or took them for what they were. Food. A commodity to be purchased and consumed by the lucky customer that nabbed them. Didn't matter where they were from, their life stories are whether they deserved to wind up where they did. They were all calculated portions of a serving with their nutritional value written on the back of the package.
Thankfully, or not, this particular stop seemed entirely out of the way from the civilized world. They and the other bags of people had barely been touched as the days dragged on, only one being purchased by a local on the first day.
Beyond the layer of dread she had come to terms with, the absolute boredom was the closest thing to driving her mad. Helpless to do anything but wait to be bought and killed, or 'expire' and be thrown away with everyone else.
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