The wind cried deeply, howling as lighting struck down upon the ruined city, barely missing buildings and almost causing fire; which could take over the entire island very quickly, destroying all hopes of life. Though, that did mean all undead would be dead, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that the island wasn't going to burst into spontaneous flames. As the rain continued to fall, and as the thunderstorm raged on, a Pokemon quickly scurried across the damp grounds of Mossdeep, it's paws covered in mud, it's fur deeply wet. The Pokemon continued down the paths of the once thriving city, but soon stopping due lighting striking in front of it, scaring it nearly to death and causing it to jump back a few feet. The Pokemon scurried to a building, one that had a still in tact roof, and hid, shaking. It shook its pelt, revealing under the damp, now loosened fur, a Flareon. The Flareon, who had a scar planted on his leg and face, panted, it took a deep breath, and sat down belly first onto the wood floor.
"Dear Arceus, that was a walk! But still, I didn't get any berries, I'll have to check tomorrow, yet, another day without food..." The Flareon whispered, a lisp in his present male voice. The Woodbiards cracked, and The Flareon jumped, turning his head to look around him. "W-Who's there!?" After moments of silence, he realized no one was there, and let his guard down. The Flareon sighed, "Well, George, You've managed to freak yourself out once again!" He looked to his paws and wiggled his fingers a bit, he laughed silently. Soon, his attention came to a broken floor board, and he ended up playing with the board, pushing it down only to make it fly back up. It was his way of entertaining himself.
After several minutes of playing foolishly, George attempted to get up, only to find his to the floor once more. He sighed, and closed his eyes. "Maybe I should just sleep here for tonight..."