Concrete Path

 


You continue down the concrete path, your sight eventually succumbing to darkness. You wander blindly forwards. You eventually hear the sound of living creatures. The get clearer and clearer as you move forward, for obvious reasons. You eventually find a multitude of glowing red eyes. A smell you thought you had made it away from reaches your nostrils: the smell of human waste. You come to the conclusion that the eyes belong to sewer rats. You turn to leave, the smell of s*it something you weren't looking forward to, you turn back. You feel something tear into your left ankle. You pull up your leg and hear a rat hit the ground. A rat bit you. You check the wound. Your ankle is bleeding tons. Your heart rate rises. You try to ignore the pain as you limp back the way you came. As you travel, you don't notice how your clothes seem to loosen, or how you become able to see through the darkness. In a few minutes you're only a bit larger than the former size of your foot, that is if you were crawling, anyways. Your eyes have turned red, and your teeth have sharpened immensely. You are coated in slick black fur, and your hands and feet deform into claws. You get chubbier, and your skeleton cracks to suit quadruped movement. Your face extends into a muzzle, and you sprout a long, bald tail. You are now a sewer rat. Your heightened senses pick up the scent of feces; you now realize how tantalizingly tasty it smells. You scurry towards the source of the odor, absolutely starving.

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