Gateon Port || Early Morning | 1
She lost it. She finally lost it. There was something tracking her through the nearby forest, its ragged breathing far. It had come close enough to detect her, and it nearly slammed its fist down on top of her before she reacted. She had slammed it in the face and started to run as fast as her feet could send her. The wind was rushing by her head and her legs were maneuvering her through a path through the trees. Light was up ahead, which she knew could put her in plain sight of anything--her actions were too far ahead of her thoughts by then, though, to do anything else.
She bursts out of the patchily lit area and barrels straight into the sunlight, rushing onto the solid concrete landscape of Gateon Port. The terrified Pikachu was heading straight for a large building shaped in the form of a large Krabby. When she noticed that one of its claws was broken off and lying in a position that offered a perfect shelter she went straight towards it. That is, until she was so focused on the claw that she did not notice an obvious obstacle in her path. She trips straight over it, tumbling forward onto her chest, skidding off a bit of the fur in the process. The ground was smooth enough to not shave off a lot, but she gets up and whimpers from having the wind knocked out of her. She turns around to see what she tripped on, to see a large and musty textbook lying idly on the ground. With her fear momentarily replaced by a certain curiosity, she takes up the book and puts it under one of her arms. It may be a pleasant read later, if she can find the chance to do so. Not even the Epidemic can kill her literary urge. Staggering over to the large claw, praying that nothing saw her embarrassing fall, she slips into the shelter’s darkness. Instead of finding peace, though, the only thing she finds is something already hiding inside. She barely had time to slow her rush to a mere skid before she hit it, bumping into the thing harmlessly. She struggles to maintain her balance and falls onto her back, the book thumping flat onto her chest after falling from her arm. Whimpering from the slight pain of her already sore-feeling chest, she tries to look over the book at whatever she had hit.
The Pikachu was still heaving breaths from her mad flight and her head was dizzy from the fatigue, with the drop not helping to ease her slight dizziness. She embraces the book and tries to calm herself, despite the dangerous situation. After scrambling back up onto her feet and stepping back towards one of the domed edges of the claw’s interior, the book clutched safely in between her arms, she begins to discern the creature. It is a mixture of light brown and dark brown, prickly furs. How pleasant; she had rammed into a Zigzagoon--without
glowing eyes, thank the Legends. At discovering that it was living, though, she immediately springs into fear and concern. Did I hurt it? Is it infected? Is it going to kill me?
She takes another look into its dim eyes, to reassure herself that it is not infected. At least, it is not a late infected; it could still have the illness. Nonetheless, she stutters out a brief, heartfelt apology, being too fatigued to do anything else. Her voice is gingerly and young, being concerned and respectful in despite having a fearful stutter to it. “O-oh no....I didn’t hurt you, did I? A-are....are you okay?”
Her ears flatten against her head in concern as she looks over the shaded Zigzagoon, making sure that she really did not injure him. She stutters again, trying to give her reason for the intrusion. The breaths begin to shallow, as she tries to conserve enough air for talking. “I....I was being chased...by a-an Undead. I-I managed to out-trun him.”
Surrendering to the fatigue, she presses her back against the metallic wall, awaiting the Zigzagoon’s response with worried, paranoid eyes.
((OOC -- Had permission to bump into Goonzagzig :3 Also, there is
a forest near Gateon, right? *has never played the Orre-region games* Please correct me if I am wrong, lol.))