2010-05-16, 10:02 AM
[COLOR="Green"]Brox ran until his feet hurt, and kept running some more. He finally slowed down, and let his body rest. He needed to make it to Pallet Town as fast as possible. Brox sat down on a rock next to a river, and stared up at the sky.
"Who else is dead because of this?" Brox wondered staring up soulfully at the pink and purple clouds of sunset. The world just seemed surreal, as if this was all a dream. But he had seen too much blood, and too much pain. Brox couldn't imagine the pain that some people must feel, seeing their best friends and pokemon turned into zombies.
Brox's thoughts were interrupted by the cracking of twigs and rustling of the woods. Brox got up and looked around.
"It's funny," he thought, "Before this had happened, I would have been looking around for a new pokemon to catch. Now I'm looking for where I need to hide." Brox decided to climb up a tree and hide there, waiting for whatever it was to pass. He quickly inched up and sat himself down upon two branches. He stared down at his arm, still a little sore from the wound. "I need to find an actual doctor," he said solemly.
His gaze returned to the ground where he had been, where a couple of zombie Ratata moved into view. Brox was a little suprised how, even in their current state, they still moved in packs. He sat and waited for a few minutes, allowing them to leave. Brox sighed, relieved. Brox turned around to look at the way they had gone.
All of a sudden, Brox heard a loud buzzing noise. He turned back around to see a Beedrill in front of him. It's left needle was snapped off, and one of its eyes were missing. It too had been taken by the disease.
Brox flailed, trying to climb backward on the branches so that he could get away. Brox heard the branches begin to crack, but he didn't care. As the noises indicated, the branches broke a few moments after, and the branches and Brox fell down into the river. Brox bumped his head on the edge of the land before falling in, and was knocked unconscious.
The stream swiftly carried Brox along, eventually pouring him out into the sea.[/COLOR]
"Who else is dead because of this?" Brox wondered staring up soulfully at the pink and purple clouds of sunset. The world just seemed surreal, as if this was all a dream. But he had seen too much blood, and too much pain. Brox couldn't imagine the pain that some people must feel, seeing their best friends and pokemon turned into zombies.
Brox's thoughts were interrupted by the cracking of twigs and rustling of the woods. Brox got up and looked around.
"It's funny," he thought, "Before this had happened, I would have been looking around for a new pokemon to catch. Now I'm looking for where I need to hide." Brox decided to climb up a tree and hide there, waiting for whatever it was to pass. He quickly inched up and sat himself down upon two branches. He stared down at his arm, still a little sore from the wound. "I need to find an actual doctor," he said solemly.
His gaze returned to the ground where he had been, where a couple of zombie Ratata moved into view. Brox was a little suprised how, even in their current state, they still moved in packs. He sat and waited for a few minutes, allowing them to leave. Brox sighed, relieved. Brox turned around to look at the way they had gone.
All of a sudden, Brox heard a loud buzzing noise. He turned back around to see a Beedrill in front of him. It's left needle was snapped off, and one of its eyes were missing. It too had been taken by the disease.
Brox flailed, trying to climb backward on the branches so that he could get away. Brox heard the branches begin to crack, but he didn't care. As the noises indicated, the branches broke a few moments after, and the branches and Brox fell down into the river. Brox bumped his head on the edge of the land before falling in, and was knocked unconscious.
The stream swiftly carried Brox along, eventually pouring him out into the sea.[/COLOR]