Klaus: Route 6 || Sunset || Post 1
Weather: Cool, Clear
The massive paws of the Arcanine left patches of flattened grass in the forest he trotted along hurriedly in, though the stubborn blades perked up again after a few seconds. He walked in a rushed manner, though not exactly a run. Every couple of seconds, he looked behind himself into the deeper parts of the forest, as if looking for something or someone in the growing shadows of sunset -- which is basically what he was doing. Earlier, Klaus, the Arcanine, had been unfortunate enough to snap a large tree trunk by standing on it to get a better view, the wood being much more rotten than he had originally thought. A small flock of Tranquill had been awakened and upset by it, except with the addition that they were rotting, flying animated corpses that tried to peck their way through Klaus's ribcage.
To his relief, however, using the foliage and cover of the trees and their towering branches seemed to be a smart idea, obscuring him from easy view of flying Undead birds. His current worry was that he could see parts of the sky as he trodded through the woods, and saw that it was nearing dusk. The sky stained an orange as the sun set, Klaus knew he would have to find shelter soon, or else he would be left directionless in the dark. Of course, by this point, he knew wandering aimlessly was dangerous enough, and doing it in the dark was practically suicide. To his relief, however, he could already see the end of the forest, where it opened up to a more open, field of grass, and a river just a little further. "How you holding up, Pen?" the Arcanine suddenly asked, turning his head to the other pokémon that accompanied him.
No, Klaus had not been traveling alone. During the Epidemic, the Arcanine had a friend from childhood accompanying him. She was an Espeon by the name of Penelope, and by far, the most important pokémon in Klaus's life -- though, of course, he would never admit that. It would be too embarrassing for a rebellious, tough-guy dog like him. Instead, he kept his own thoughts and crush about the other to himself, letting everyone else believe they were just simply friends and nothing more. Surely, however, he was allowed to be worried for the physical condition of his friend. Exhaustion would be the death of them both in the time period that they were in; it was either live or die, and dying was not an option.
"It's getting dark..." murmured Klaus, giving the sky another glance as soon as he took the first few steps out of the woods onto Route 6. The sky was still lit orange, so he still had time -- but it wouldn't be long before night took over the world. The Arcanine padded towards the edge of the river, where he could see a slightly dilapidated wooden bridge; a few parts were eaten away and moss grew all over it, but it seemed stable. Even if it wasn't stable enough to hold Klaus's weight, he supposed he could jump over the river anyway -- it wasn't very wide. "We have to find a safe place to spend the night. Maybe a cave, or a cove, a hidden grotto; anywhere where we're not in the open. See anything like that?"