Well, if nothing else positive could be said about the godforsaken downpour chilling his already-cold body, at least it helped to cleanse Rebel’s body of the rotten blood, both his own and his victims, fresh and stale. Though Miyu herself could not praise it for that-- being as pristine as one could hope to be in the epidemic, her tiny body was only soaked and weighed down by her massive bulk of fur retaining water.
“Did… are we done…?” Miyu whined, dragging out the final word of that sentence. Sadly being cute and sad wasn’t enough to complete the ‘game.’ Aren’t games supposed to be fun…?
"Did it.. kill one of its own?!" Etin’s voice beckoned both siblings’ attention to the Luxray. Lo and behold, the damn cat was thrashing another undead around, spreading torn up pieces of rotten meat in either direction with every shake of her head. "Don't get too close. It might of mistaken it for one of us." Faux replied. The Jolteon hummed, watching the cat’s vicious display. “Wouldn’t she notice a difference in the taste?” Well, he would’ve. Undead tasted like ass compared to fresh blood. “Unless she thought it was me.”
What remained of the corpse crumbled in the Lux’s mouth, a sight waaaay too much for the kit. She craned her short neck and retched harshly, coughing up mostly the excess saliva caused from it. Though he put a comforting paw between Miyu’s shoulders, his eye was set on the cat and her voice-- that same damn sound of a perversion of life. Fucking epidemic, as if death being guaranteed wasn’t enough.
"Not. My. Own." Wait, what.
"You.. You're dead too. You have the disease!" The Quilava’s words were so forced. It was like delivering heartbreaking news to someone when all you wanted to do was say “have a nice day.” The cat hadn’t exactly seemed like the pinnacle of sanity, but did she really catch the ‘minor’ detail of her… you know, death…? "Did she attack anyone, or just undead?" Multiple looks were exchanged between the group’s members, each looking for any misplaced or Luxray-wounded survivor following Mel’s suggestion.
“Arry!” Miyu squeaked in alarm, “Where’s Arry?”
“He hid,” Rebel assured. “He’s okay.”
Miyu breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. Were you watching out for him?”
“Ain’t gonna let a kid get hurt if I can help it.”
There was only a second for the Eevee to blink in something like respect for her brother before Cinder’s voice brought them back to the very-temporarily forgotten situation. "Why did you kill that one then?"
"Just... the damned." … The damned? As an undead himself, Reb had some names thrown at him. Biter, rotter, zombie asshole, or just ‘dead,’ to name a few.
The Quilava began again, trying for more from the Luxray but whatever confusion the cat would respond with was stolen away by loud and concerning sounds from high above them. They lasted just moments before dying, along with the artificial downpour making this day suck even more.
"Game No. 1 complete. Victory goes to-- the challenger!" The electronic voice from earlier was just as loud and irritating as before, but at least the damn thing was giving some decent news. The Jolteon still cringed at the sound, meanwhile his sister held her ears in an attempt to block it out.
“... We won by killing everything,” the Jolteon groaned, “Is this shit being controlled by some dick named Jigsaw or what?”
Miyu half smirked. She didn’t get the reference but it was amusing nonetheless in such a stressful setting and his mouth was, for once, appreciated. “So, are we done, Cinder?” She asked. “We won, didn’t we?”