I awoke to a strange sensation. A heaviness that clung to every part of my body.
I felt bulky and just generally slower than usual like an unfamiliar weight pressing against my body.
I blinked several times with my eyes adjusting slowly to the dim,
the yellow fire shown through gaps in wooden slats. It was blinding to me...
The world was blurry and there was a musty, stale smell in the air that made me want to puke.
I tried to move but my limbs but were sluggishly. They weren't limbs at all it was short, stubby things, with thick hooves instead of fingers.
I wrinkled my snout and then the realization hit me, and panic quickly surged
I was a pig. I mean I was reincarnated as a pig!? Really...!!
It wasn't a dream. The sensation from my snout and the pungent stench of the
it was all real. I turned my head, taking in the sight around me.
The slaughter house was small, penned in with wooden beams that jutted out at awkward angles
the floor beneath me packed with dried mud and hay.
Around was other pigs shuffled and snorted with their dull eyes barely even noticing anything else than food.
I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled. My new weight throwing me off balance.
I stumbled and fall into the muck.
My snout pressing into the mud.
Frustration boiled within me.
This was not how it was supposed to be! Reincarnation was something epic like Warhammer kind of epic...Like fighting for the emperor kind not struggling to walk.. Fuck this!!
I pushed himself with grunting effort. Suddenly The heavy wooden door to the slaughter house bursted open.
A figure stepped in. Tall with broad shouldered, wearing leather boots chipped with dirt.
I watched with pounding heart as the man moved through the pen.
Tossing oats into the rush. His expression blank, indifferent.
The other pigs quickly rushed forward. Squeaking while moving about.
Shoving each other aside to get the oats.
Ehem I think now is the time... to this barbarism the enlighten light of communism... ehem.. "Brothers, this is not for us, we are better than being in such filth let us take turns to get rids those capitalist dogs that chained us in such predicament... let us.. uhuh?"
The man's gaze at me and felt those eyes linger on him.
Before I could react, he threw the empty bucked at me while yelling some foreign language.
fuckk.... I held my breath, fearing my squeaking sound would interrupt him any further.
The other pig slowly surrounds him, and one of the big pig said to him
"You supposed to be silence pig." Squinting his eyes, trying to see me. "or we don't get any food."
"Fuck u pig.." I said, while still being down from the throw.
"Die."
"Say again?"