A Paw Patrol Story

A Soulless Statue

The red-stained bandage starts slowly sucking the dark-coloured water from the puddle that's in the middle of the pavement

Rain continues pouring down from the sky, forming even more puddles around the sidewalk and middle of the street

My flank area starts burning as I continue walking towards the Lookout tower, trying to keep the gun hidden from eyesight

I notice my skin getting reddish around the somewhat closed wound

As I begin crossing the park, the sound of a loud lightning strike makes me give a small jump, and I end up slipping off the pavement

The cold sensation of the wet mud around my back paws gives me a not-so-nice, nostalgic feeling. But, now that I think, my white fur is not so much of an advantage inside that dark cursed tower

I place the gun somewhere kind of dry before gently lying on the mud

I could feel the wet mud slowly covering my entire body, getting through every fur crevice, slowly turning my natural white and black body colour into a more dark-brownish tone

And I pick the gun up

But, I picked it up with the barrel pointing out towards me

The tip of the bullet peeking through the darkness of the small pistol barrel makes me feel . . .

As if . . .

Or maybe I just need a break . . .

A break from all of this madness

I just decide to resume my trip to the abandoned tower

My truck is still parked right next to the metal door, facing towards the big bridge, and I notice a small mark on the floor

I lean closer, but the rain is not letting me see it properly

Whatever it is, it's making me feel uneasy about Rocky, so I just rush inside the tower, immediately getting inside the elevator

The red stain in the middle looks different now. The shapeless dark red figure is now almost covered by a lighter shade of red, still shapeless figure but this one had a line heading towards the elevator doors

The glass doors open and I immediately raise the gun, finger gently resting against the trigger, but the room looks empty

"Rocky?" I murmur, slowly walking outside the elevator as I carefully examine the room

Chase is not here, but going out to look for him is definitely a bad idea

I put the safe back on and lower the gun, as I get closer to the big black screen

The dusty control panel, the sticky buttons, missing switches and other rusty metals didn't stop me from remembering myself, Zuma right next to me. Chase, slightly forward, wearing his blue police uniform. Skye, with a serious face looking forward. And Rocky, constantly peeking at me, before looking back at Ryder.

I sigh, gently swiping my paw across the buttons

Suddenly, the elevator doors close

A couple of seconds later, it goes down, the wooshing sound echoing in the room until it eventually stops. And, a couple more seconds later, the wooshing sound begins again, getting louder and louder by the second.

I immediately limp my way behind one of the couches that are in the far back, which is also the darkest part of the spherical room

The glass doors open without hesitation and I quietly lie on the floor, trying to go unnoticed by Chase, who seems to be just standing in the elevator in complete silence.