"And that's why I have all of this at the ready, I guess." The noibat finished, holding up a pitifully small first aid kit.
The meowth's face lit up upon seeing the copious amount of supplies (compared to the size constraints, which was to say still not much) packed inside of the tiny case. "Wow. Water, bandaids, a really tiny Rubix cube; you really did think of everything!" She beamed. "This will definitely help us through any conflict!"
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"…still got that first aid kit, Abel?"
"Real funny, Rix."
The persian and noivern sat haunched over the nearly clean-picked remains of a bunnelby, scavenging what they could from the creature. Making one tiny meal last for an entire day was tough work in itself; much moreso when two were to split that amount equally.
However, this was the apocalypse. The apocalypse offered no forgiveness.
The noivern looked down at the bunnelby, then up at Rix. "Probably a terrible time to be asking existential questions, but do you ever get any kind of remorse over any of this? I mean, had society not collapsed this would probably—no—this would definitely be considered murder."
Rix didn't look him in the eyes. "I'm desperately trying not to think about that, please don't remind me." She spat out a piece of brown tinted fur, crinkling her nose.
"That's disgusting," Abel commented nonchalantly. "Regardless. We agree that this is a temporary solution, correct? Only until we can find some sort of place relatively out of the elements to camp out in and raid supplies, then we can at least try to quit the whole primitive act and—"
"Abel, shush," Rix's muttered, voice lowered to a hush. Her ears shot up, swivelling around like satellite dishes. "I heard voices."
"Well isn't that ominous and terrifying," Abel spat in a harsh whisper, taking a few steps back in aversion.
"Shhh," Rix repeated, still listening intently. She slowly stood up, slinking silently over to the nearby bushes. The persian peered through the gaps in the leaves, revealing…
Rix quickly padded back up to Abel, making a valiant effort (and failing) to mask her relative excitement due to the depravity of the situation. "Prey—practically a whole clearing full—and fresh water," she murmured, motioning towards the bushes opposite from them with her tail. "This could be it, if after this we set off for what you think could still be an active civilisation. Then we'll never have to do this ever again."
"As much as I wish that were true, do you have a plan?" Abel rebutted in the same quiet tone.
"Here's the plan then, because you like plans: I rush in, and you wait here. Okay? Okay." She responded, already beginning to turn back around.
"That's not a plan," Abel muttered, just loud enough for Rix to hear.
Despite this, she chose to ignore him, once more creeping up to the swath of bushes separating her and what could potentially be enough to last the two of them for a few days. One, two, she counted mentally, preparing to spring.
Three!
Rix pounced into the clearing where the oshawott, pachirisu, minccino, and furret had gathered. Unfortunately, without any real plan, this merely meant that she had revealed her presence to the four crowded Pokemon.
"Ah… hello?"
Although Abel had no way of seeing what exactly had happened, he had a basic idea of what had most likely went down. "Now's the time where we start writing our final will and testament, isn't it." He grumbled, trudging over to the bushes to watch the events that were about to transpire.
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