The Dark Side of the Moon

It was pitch black wherever I was. The strong scent of spoiled meat riddles the damp air.
"Hello?" I call out, my bark echoing off of the alley walls. I hear soft paw steps and feel a heavy presence some where near me. Fear burns it's way up my chest.
"Vee" Says an eerily familiar voice.
I swallow down my fear. This is the end. My heart pounds in my ears as they swivel towards the voice.
"I'm sorry!" My plead is a mere whisper lost in the sudden intensity of rain pouring down on us from above.
"It's too late" The canine growls through exposed teeth. His heavy breathing becomes apparent behind me. The muddy dirt tenses with his every paw step.
"I'm sorry" I whisper, right before I lunge.