The Plague

Ordinary day in the city. I was taking an everyday walk with my dog. While she was sniffing around looking for some place to pee, I perused the environment encompassing us. Dirty. Dark.

I pulled on my dog's leash. "Let's go Daisy..."

She stayed rigid on the spot and glared at me. I gave up. Eventually, she led us into a tunnel. There wasn't anything special about it; just covered in a bunch of unique grafiti. You couldn't really see the original color of the bridge, just a blanket of a deformed rainbow swallowing the whole structure up.

My steps echoed in the hollow tube. My dog kept on pulling me forward as if there was something special at the very end. As we proceeded, a dim light appeared and got brighter and brighter with every step.

I tugged my dog's leash. "C'mon let's go..."

She gave me the evil eye before sniffing around the ground. Finally, I heard the urine hitting the ground. After the last drips had come out, I pulled her as hard as I could.

At that moment, I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder. It was so painful, I screamed in agony. I fell down on the ground and lost the ability to see. A few seconds later, my dog plopped down onto the ground next to me; her collar tags clinking at the impact. My eyes felt like exploding. I felt around for my face but there was something squishy covering it up. It kept on inflating... like a balloon.

I woke up in the hospital. The doctor told me what had happened. My dog had died from an unknown disease. Unfortunately, I had the same disease and only had a few months to live.

"But before that," sighed the doctor. "I think you should take a look in the mirror."

He reluctantly gave me a tiny mirror. I nearly fainted.

My eyes were replaced by a black gelatine like substance.

I'm still living today.