[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Goldenrod Department Store| Morning
The department store was in a sorry state; shelves were knocked over, many objects and other...things lay scattered on the ground. Worst of all was the blood splattering the walls, which was a sure sign that infected had definitely been in here before, or perhaps wounded survivors had sought refuge in the building. Whatever had happened, it still sent shivers down Nikora's spine. This place felt unfriendly, potentially dangerous, but she did not voice her concerns aloud. They had chosen to come in here, despite the risks, and Nikora was not about to turn tail and flee because of some blood splatters. After spending some time searching, neither Growlithe was able to find anything that could be of use; the whole place had probably been picked clean beforehand. If they wanted to find something, maybe they had to go upstairs, there was always the possibility that others who had come to loot would not have gone up the stairs. Quickly suggesting the idea to George, Nikora found herself frightened of what might be on the top floors....No time for cowardice!
Nikora kept her head high and stayed alert for any sneaking enemies. Nothing wanting to kill them was in sight, Nikora couldn't smell anything but blood and death, she would have no way of knowing if anything was sneaking up unless she or George heard something moving.
Going up to the next floor was a similar experience; there wasn't really anything of value, and blood was everywhere. There weren't any bodies and limbs here, like on the first floor, but Nikora still couldn't shake that feeling of unease. We really shouldn't be here...
The Growlithe left slip a faint whimper, which caused George to turn his head and look at Nikora. He knew she had made that whimper, but didn't say a word about it; Nikora thanked him with a slight nod and went to his side. If only this whole mess hadn't happened...we'd be happier, I know we could have found a way to escape the laws of the clan.
Nikora often had thoughts like these...but was momentarily distracted from her ponderings by a slight thumping sound that repeated itself over and over. Racing forward, Nikora found herself staring at a little blue creature that seemed to have fallen down the staircase. It looked perfectly normal, and Nikora's heart missed a beat. Another uninfected?"Are you alright?"
George asked the creature, and went to help it up, but was beat to the punch by another creature, this one dragonlike, blue, gray, and some green color. What was extraordinary was that the dragon was wearing a golden, jeweled crown. Nikora opened her mouth to say something, but the dragon simply helped the blue creature (who Nikora assumed was its friend) and raced back up the staircase."Hey, wait!"
Nikora called after it, then she and George followed the dragon to the next floor. Several, colorful cylinders rolled around on the ground, but the two Growlithes were mainly interested in the group of Pokemon that were on this floor, looking at a trail of blood on the next stairway."Ummmm....hi....my name is Nikora, and this is George."
Nikora introduced, and even though she was wary of these strangers, there was no fear in her voice or posture.