A Try?

Feeling the blood rushing on my head shiver passes through me, turning my head to the sideways walking pass through the cells. Fear in their eyes watching us, I can see into their eyes as none us will see each other anymore. 

It looks likes in a cage filled with a group of chicken; the guy just enters his hand inside to remove the chosen one who is going to be the meal to someone. The one inside the cage just sign in relief thinking today is not the day there are going to be a meal for someone's plate.

Here am I the unlucky chicken being carried like a bag of potato the unlucky chicken. The other chicken inside their cage, so does that means I'm going to be a meal like the chicken having its own last day to breathe? 

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