Ecruteak City|Late Night
The night was black as pitch, the somber town blending into the darkness to become nearly impossible to see. The city had seen a rough time during the initial outbreak, buildings collapsing, several already demolished, and the streets painted with old blood and bodies. The scent of death was absolutely everywhere, permeating everything with the foulness that only came with decay. Though it had been a year since the first incidents that claimed these lives, most of the bodies more bone than flesh, it didn't stop the smell. It was now as much a part of the town as the flat colors and permanent feel of autumn that had always hung around it. The only building that didn't look much different than it ever had was the Burned Tower, whose blackened heights was only distinguishable by the stars it blotted out in the sky forming the shape of it's skeletal tower.
In the darkness a shuffling could be heard, the clicking sound of claws rhythmically rapping on the stone streets as something darted past a building. There was a loud scratch as the shadow suddenly dug into the ground, twisting its form to round a corner sharply yet unwilling to give up speed to do so. A smaller figure darted by and the shadow changed direction again, hot on the smaller one's tail as a glimmer of moonlight caught the purple fur of a Rattata. As the second shadow passed under the light the menacing gleam of horns and fangs caught the eye as the creature lunged, clamping down on the small Rattata's neck. The moonlight beamed down to reveal a dark hound feeding on her kill, eyes checking in almost frightening paranoia as she tore into the first meal she had in days.
This was Tisiphone, and this was the world she lived in now.
Ty ate quickly, lapping up as much of the blood as she could so that it wouldn't attract the unwanted attention of the Undead, before breaking away from the remains to head back to her shelter. Ty had been stuck in Ecruteak for weeks, trapped by the damage and the Undead that seemed to congregate in the city. The worst thing about this place was the spirits that still lingered, and after the epidemic even more had spawned from the wrongful deaths of so many innocents. Unfortunately, the new Pokemon became themselves infected and would go on random rampages before fading off into the abyss. Ty hated ghosts.
As the Direyena crept carefully back to her shelter, checking over her shoulder several times to make sure the coast was clear, a scent caught her. Pausing the hound raised her head higher into the air and took more of it in. She wasn't sure what it was, as it certainly wasn't a scent she had become familiar with during the few weeks she had been here. No, this was something new. Her brow furrowed and she lowered herself menacingly, a low growl rumbling in her chest, ready to fight anything that dared to challenge her right to survive this hell she had been thrown in. She wasn't going to die now when she had survived this long. She needed to get to the Viridian base and find Zenyt. Once she had her Admin everything would be okay, Rocket would make their move and this nightmare would be over.
And no stranger was going to compromise that.