((OOC: This is the only OOC you should see. This is a content warning. There will be violence and gore within this series, and most likely character deaths. While it is kept below the level of, let's say, the walking dead, there may be some scenes you are uncomfortable with gore/violence wise.))
No one knew what had gone wrong- one second they were excited and joyful upon reaching Santalune City, and the next, they were surrounded. Not surrounded by the normal evils of the Pokemon regions, but by thoughtful corpses. Well, thoughtful in the fact that they could think. They weren't exactly nice. They were hungry, bloodthirsty creatures that bit and feasted on anything living they could get their hands on, including Pokemon. But, the difference between Pokemon and Humans, is that humans can turn. Pokemon can't turn into... walking corpses. If they get eaten enough that they faint and keep getting gnawed on, they turn to dust. Not just ordinary dust, however. They turn to golden dust, kinda like glitter. It was sickening to watch happen on the other side of her holocaster.
The moaning and groans from outside the small city home made Angel's eyes fill with deep pools of tears- her sister is one of those...things now.She sniffled, and glanced to Albus. He was closing the curtains, a grim expression on his face. The power had gone out an hour ago, leaving the new trainers and the old man in darkness until Albus had found a candle. The oncoming cold made her shiver and adjust her dress to cover more of her thighs. Albus sighed, "It's not going to get any better from here."
"What happened?" Angel asked in a small voice. Albus took a seat on one of the crates he had dragged out of the attic for the teens and himself to sit on. His face was illuminated by the fire.
"Something went wrong," Albus said slowly, "I got a message from an old friend of mine, saying that Anistar was down, and that the disease was spreading like wildfire."
"What disease?" Angel blurted out. She closed her eyes, "I lost my sister to whatever happened in Anistar."
"I don't know," the steel haired man admitted, "All i know is that you can't get bit. Getting bit is the end."
He tried to put on a smile for the new trainers sitting around the single candle lit in the middle of the circle, "Now, what are your names?"
No one knew what had gone wrong- one second they were excited and joyful upon reaching Santalune City, and the next, they were surrounded. Not surrounded by the normal evils of the Pokemon regions, but by thoughtful corpses. Well, thoughtful in the fact that they could think. They weren't exactly nice. They were hungry, bloodthirsty creatures that bit and feasted on anything living they could get their hands on, including Pokemon. But, the difference between Pokemon and Humans, is that humans can turn. Pokemon can't turn into... walking corpses. If they get eaten enough that they faint and keep getting gnawed on, they turn to dust. Not just ordinary dust, however. They turn to golden dust, kinda like glitter. It was sickening to watch happen on the other side of her holocaster.
The moaning and groans from outside the small city home made Angel's eyes fill with deep pools of tears- her sister is one of those...things now.She sniffled, and glanced to Albus. He was closing the curtains, a grim expression on his face. The power had gone out an hour ago, leaving the new trainers and the old man in darkness until Albus had found a candle. The oncoming cold made her shiver and adjust her dress to cover more of her thighs. Albus sighed, "It's not going to get any better from here."
"What happened?" Angel asked in a small voice. Albus took a seat on one of the crates he had dragged out of the attic for the teens and himself to sit on. His face was illuminated by the fire.
"Something went wrong," Albus said slowly, "I got a message from an old friend of mine, saying that Anistar was down, and that the disease was spreading like wildfire."
"What disease?" Angel blurted out. She closed her eyes, "I lost my sister to whatever happened in Anistar."
"I don't know," the steel haired man admitted, "All i know is that you can't get bit. Getting bit is the end."
He tried to put on a smile for the new trainers sitting around the single candle lit in the middle of the circle, "Now, what are your names?"