The CERULEAN Team

"I'm all right, and thanks... But I doubt I'll be resting for too long..." Miyu was relieved. The thought of staying in one place like a hung meat freaked the fox out a bit. But then again, when they did start moving again, where would they go? There was no such thing as a safe place anymore, hopefully the sun would rise soon and shed a little light on the insanity. But night always came, and seemed to last longer than the day. Miyu sighed at the thought of being left in the dark again. Stupid zombies. Stupid epidemic.

Miyu rose her eyes towards the dark sky, filled with hundreds, if not thousands of little lights. They blinked softly, their pale blue color dancing in the darkness. Such perfection in a worse situation, at least the epidemic couldn't screw that up. A brighter light shot across the sky as if it were racing, flooding the Normal-Type with memories. "A shooting star!", she whispered quietly as she pointed a furry paw heavenward, "Someone I... used to know said when a star shoots across the sky, you should make a wish."

"I wish you were still alive..."

She was snapped out of her depressed state and spun around to face the blue Pokémon stomping about. Miyu wasn't exactly sure the point of it all until finally, the Pokémon pushed a shiny package in her direction. Oh, it was one of the bars Orin had! "For me?", she asked as the slowly picked up the package, "Thank you!" Miyu smiled as the gently pulled the package open, perhaps not everything was bad even in the world now.
A good deed simply meant more.

Miyu pointed out a shooting star before taking the bar with gratitude. Shinx felt her face grow hot, hiding it behind her huge scarf without raising her head. But what tugged her heartstrings was how the Eevee seemed so saddened. Nonetheless, the shooting star reminded the Electric-type of her owner. Though she should have despised him for killing her family; she knew it was an accident anyways. The shooting star; they would always see it in their home, always once or twice did they see them daily, and every now and then; a meteor shower. Those were the good times, the good times where nothing wanted to eat each other, where they didn't have to watch out for some contagious disease.

Shinx felt saddened, but indeed did they bring good luck as they could wish on them. However, the new plan; what were they to do now? Continue living and hope there's other survivors? Or just simply stand around and wait till death comes and welcomes them? Even so, Undead would roam the land, what could they do? Other than constantly killing Undead in order to stay the dominant species, aren't they bound to rise up from their graves too? With the situation at hand, it seems like living a normal life is improbable. It has been a year afterall since it began (though Shinx rarely keeps track of time), yet no one figured out the solution to Pokemon rising from the dead. Does that mean all hope is lost?

She dismissed that question, maybe the duo will explain what they will do when the time approaches. For now, rest is needed. Shinx had been up and about for far too long. Without warning, she stood up, the Flash Pokemon dragged herself to a nearby tree with a nice cool evening shade (also so that she won't feel so defenseless out in the open) and curled up next to the trunk. A wave of darkness overcame her, she quickly drifted into a dreamless sleep.

((OoC; Gah! Don't know what to make her do! Meh! Just say she lied her head down as if she was about to go to sleep T.T))

An uneasiness rose in the Evolution Pokémon as the others prepared to sleep. Ohhh, why did they have to stay there? It was a gloomy twist of trees and vines that anything could hide in. Miyu wouldn't have slept there had she been offered a hundred Pecha Berries.
With a few attempts, she finally made it to a low branch, then to a higher one. If she wasn't going to sleep, she could at least keep an eye and ear up for any freaks. The woods were utterly quiet, save for the occasional howl of the wind.

A sheepish smile played on the fox's face as she looked over her own form. Her fur was dirtied and stuck out at random angles while stained with blood. Her cuts had finally scabbed over and ceased bleeding. That eased her mind. She was paranoid of becoming infected, because of that, she always groomed herself and was careful not to be injured. Until today anyways... She was actually fighting! And even thrown out a window! Though the latter really wasn't the highlight of her day...

Miyu curled up her tail around her to block the wind that sent chills down her spine. This was gonna be a long, lonely night.

[Ooc: Skip; should we do a time skip to the morning, or wake up in the middle of the night?]

((OoC; Skip; Think in the middle of the night. Don't believe they would get to sleep an entire night without infected showing up.))

(OoC - Skip too, please. ^^; Miyu is waiting for the others to wake up. lol)

The sheer cold of night was enough to wake the Normal-Type up from a dreamless sleep. She appreciated the lack of nightmares for the first time in a while. Miyu bolted up at the realization she had fallen asleep accidentally while she was looking out for Ethana and the quiet one.

“Ethana?”, she called as she slid down the tree trunk, “Where did you go?” She looked around for her friend, hoping she simply went to get a drink or something. No reply was given to the worried fox as she backed against a tree. “Why Ethana…?”

Her mind raced with the possible things that could’ve happened after she dozed off, none of them more comforting than the last. Tears formed in the terrified fox’s eyes and began to drip into the dry soil as she became more frantic. What was she going to do? Surely she couldn’t fend for herself against an entire horde of Undead.

She wept quietly, unaware she was being stalked from the looming darkness. Snap. She looked towards the sound of the twig breaking, her brown eyes were met with two red ones. An Undead Persian leapt towards her, just barely missing due to a well timed duck from the Eevee.
It let out a gurgling hiss, and Miyu panicked. She stood, shaking at the sight of the demon. “I have to get out of here... Now!”, she mentally yelled at herself. She fought against a much fiercer foe earlier, but now was different. She didn’t have Ethana to back her up. She was utterly alone.

She turned tail and ran, the Persian not far behind.