Abandoned

The light is scarcely the water is everywhere and the air is cold. My footsteps echo through the big halls and the dripping of water leaking through the roof adds to the feel of being in a horror movie.

I went urban exploring in an abandoned slaughter house. This experience honestly made me wonder how it is to be in a slaughter house when it's not abandoned. I have a feeling it's an ugly sight I never want to find out if I'm right or wrong. All the killing and the smell of death reaching my nostrils maybe even blood on the floor. No thanks.


What would it be like to die in a slaughter house? I mean as one of the animals dying by the knife, gun or whatever tool they use to take out the future meat in the supermarket. What might ones last thought be as you get into those great halls where machinery and cold hands wait to welcome you to the last stop in the journey called life. I guess you'd be terrified. Scared shitless and without any capability of doing a thing.
It's supposed to be a fast way of dying and the most humane, but I don't think I would like one bit of it. All the fear rushing through your bones knowing there is no way out.
The death industry as I like to call it.


But since the building stopped being a slaughter house a few years back there was no reason to fear dying on a conveyor belt. No, no those days are over there. BUT instead I could start thinking about dying caused by a blow to the head from something that fell from the ceiling.
Before I stepped inside the building I looked up to see if any potential dangerous things hung in the ceiling. Some places they did. Some of the roof was actually falling apart in some of the rooms. I thought about being hit by one the big pipes or just the florescent lights which had probably ceased to work years ago. What would I do if I was hit and lost consciousness? A pretty sight, imagine this: A girl being knocked out, slamming to the floor and just lying there for who knows how long while her dog sniffs around on tiptoes not knowing what is happening, but sensing something bad. The scene is far away from public eyes and nobody knows the girl went there.
I had to be lucky to survive that.