Safety Tour (Patreon)

“Ok everyone I need you to listen closely before I give you the free time”, the guide said, waving a tiny black bag.

You were in the middle of a guided tour in Spain, it was a “safe tour”, it means that in case of catching the shrinking virus they had standard protocol and safety guidelines that will ensure your safety.

“I’m going to give one bag to each of you, inside you have a warm set of tiny clothes, a mini GPS device, you click here, I’ll find you”, she demonstrated and you all watched, “I’m going to stand right here”, she pointed next to a bus stop, “if for some reason the GPS device won’t work, just come here and get my attention, don’t worry I always look down anyway”, she smiled.

It was one of the only ways to travel for males nowadays, these tours were rather expensive but they were safe. Few months ago you caught the virus in Prague during a tour and it was the only reason you returned home safely. The Czech Republic was known for its extremely low chances of survival in cases of shrinking in public, it was all thanks to the guide’s fast response.

Since that day you have never left your country without a safe tour booked.

The guide handed over a black bag with a smile and you placed it in your pocket, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her, she looked amazing, you nodded and gulped as you got the bag from her, then she also added a map.

“Segovia is wonderful this time of year, just try not to get too far”, she said with a smile, looking at you, you blushed and nodded again.

Everyone else came with friends but you came alone, you were a shy person so you couldn’t get yourself to join any group of friends, you wanted to ask the guide if she could stay with you but you were just too shy.

You walked near the landmarks and took some photos, then sat in a small place to drink coffee, as you walked out you started feeling unwell, you looked back and saw 2 Spanish girls looking at you from the window, giggling, you started running.

Maybe you are just being paranoid, but you had a bad feeling, perhaps they drugged your coffee or something, parts of your body went numb and you knew this feeling well, you kept running to the rendezvous point, quickly checking on the map, but then you started feeling like you can shrink at any second so you ran inside an alley and pressed your back to the wall.

“Ok, stay calmed”, you mumbled, you got the shrunken safety kit out of your pocket, your hand was numb so it slipped and fell on the ground, then you felt like you’re falling down as well, it was the shrinking, you hated this feeling, you hoped never to feel it again.

Everything around you got bigger until you were just a bug inside your pile of clothes, you crawled out of them, it was freezing, you quickly opened the safety kit and dressed up, there was also a backpack with food and water, you dragged out the GPS device but it was cracked and broken from the falling.

“No, no no no… fuck.. oh my god…” you pressed it over and over again, crying as you realize it doesn’t respond, you’ll have to walk like this to the rendezvous point, who knows if the girls from the coffee are looking for you…

So you started the journey, hiding behind objects, crawling beneath garbage bins, you were lucky that it’s off season and the streets aren’t full.

You made some mistakes as you couldn’t check out the map but then you finally recognized the main square.

It took you perhaps 2 hours but you saw the guide waiting there, tapping her boots impatiently and checking out the list of tourists, you are probably the only one missing, you ran as fast as you could in her direction until you stood next to her, she had sunglasses so you weren’t sure where she’s looking at.

“Hey!! I’m over here!!” You jumped and waved, but she was just mumbling in Spanish, checking the list and her GPS tracking device, probably waiting for a sign from you.

“Please look down!” You screamed, you watched her boots, they were huge… the size of small buildings, you’ll never be able to touch her skin for her to notice you.

*BEEP BEEP*

It was the bus, the noise stunned you, you covered your ears in pain, you couldn’t hear anything, when you opened your eyes the guide’s boot was heading towards you, *THUD*, it hit your face and made you fall on your back, then *CRACK*.

The boot landed right on top of you, crushing your entire body instantly, she didn’t even notice.

“Ok, ok I’m coming, I guess we lost him”, she said in Spanish to the bus driver and climbed up.

Hours later, at home, she removed the boots and smelled something weird, she checked her boot’s sole and saw your pulverized body, she noticed the shirt with the company logo.

“ay dios mío”, she said, then burst into laughter, thinking about the pathetic way you ended your life, “Estúpido turista”, she mumbled while laughing, then got up to wash your remains off her boot. It was just a meaningless fuck up at work, you signed a waiver anyway, she won’t even report it.