A Paw Patrol Story

A Ghost Town

I open my eyes to find myself in a dark place.

Everything is pitch black except for the two figures far across me

I begin to move forward, getting closer to the figures that now look like 2 dogs, one smaller than the other one

As I kept getting closer, I noticed one had grey paws, a crooked ear and a grey tip in their tail. It kinda looks like Rocky, but his face is covered by a weird black ash

The other one, on the other hand, looked more like Chase, with dark brown fur and light brown paws

"R-Rocky?" I ask, slowly reaching my paw

But I hear a loud thump right behind me

I quickly turn around to find the others. Zuma, Chase, Rubble, Skye, Everest and Tracker, all staring at me, but they all had that weird dark ash covering their faces as well

I think it's making my stomach sick

And I know it's them, because of the pup-tags on their necks

Then the grey dog starts to sob.

I turn to him, and my first instinct is to try to hug him, but my body doesn't respond

"Rocky? P-Please, is that you?" I ask with a shaky voice

"Rocky!? Talk to me!"

The grey dog and the smaller one were just still, didn't even seem like they were breathing. As if they were just a picture or some kind of realistic sculpture

Until the Rocky look-alike dog raises his paw, pointing behind me.

Slowly, I turn around and see myself. On the ground.

But I looked older. Don't know how old, but older. And I know it is me because of the red pup-tag, hanging on the neck, and a weird feeling inside me

I start approaching myself, trying to remain calm and quiet as possible

And, as soon as I was about to tap my older self on the shoulder, the sound of a loud bang makes both of us flinch

I quickly look around me, trying to understand what just happened, but then I start feeling something weird in my chest

Blood had started pouring out, staining all my white fur as it formed a puddle below me.

I try to scream in fear and confusion but I started feeling weak

My head starts burning hot and my paws freezing cold as I try to remain standing, and Rocky's words start echoing inside my head, over and over like a broken radio "Leave. . . and never come back- Leave. . . and never come back- Leave . . . and never-"

And I wake up as I gasp for air

I quickly look around. Looks like a house, quite big, warm and perfectly decorated furniture, but everything is dark

I notice I was lying on a red rug, my fur was completely clean, my paw with a new bandage and a couple of band-aids on my face

What happened? . . . Where am I? I don't remember being in a place like this before. . .

And the sound of keys jingling makes my heart start racing

Then the sound of a doorknob twitching and finally, a door opening

I quickly try to stand up, but my body is weak.

So I start crawling to the nearest room, which was the kitchen. I hear the sound of heels slowly heading to the room I was in not long ago, before they start quickly wandering around the house.