บท 1117: It Came from the Sea

It was a normal day.

The sun was shining brightly, and there was good weather for miles.

The few big vehicles were busy at work. The roller truck driver seemed to be making magic, turning the piles of rubbish from 3D to 2D. The forklift driver then picked up the sheets of trash and dropped them into the landfill, filling it up layer by layer. This was their job every day.

The wild dogs that could be seen everywhere didn't seem to be afraid of people, boldly yet cautiously digging through the trash piles tens of meters away from the vehicles.

Even further away, the strays outside of the landfill area were also showing each other love through their teeth like they did everyday.

Could one dare believe that all this was just because of a bag of pork ribs that hadn't gone bad?