Chapitre 10: Story 7 : Chapter 1 (Pokemon)
Blinking a few times I blinked my blurry eyes taking stock of my situation. Ripped and bloodied clothes scattered around me a newly healed bodied that I am inhabiting. A tiny room around the size of a jail cell. I would know having spent five years inside of one. Sitting up no matter how much my body protested.
Scanning the room it was small almost the size of a tiny home eight feet by five feet in size. A small bed just big enough for a child. A small wardrobe is situated to the side of the bed and a door beside that. Rummaging through the wardrobe, I grabbed a fresh set of clothes made out of some kind of wool that is new to me softer and more elastic than anything I am used to.
Opening the door beside the wardrobe I saw it was like a small outhouse a urine-filled bucket in a corner along with a small bucket of water by the door I was standing in. Entering the bathroom I paused blinking a few times and rubbing my eyes at the child staring back at me. Waving my hand back and forth, I checked and saw if it was me looking back at me. Walking back and slumping back against the wall I grabbed my head thinking back to what and how this might have happened.
Fragments of what happened come back along with a mind-splitting headache. A split in reality, flashes of purple scars appeared inside my jail cell as my celly was slit into four pieces as he was standing at the point of the tear appearing. Not being a stranger to blood and gore it only gave me a momentary pause as I yelled out for help from the guard who laughed at me from their comfortable seat in the middle of the pod ignoring the bright purple light coming from my cell. Fucking cock sucker it had to be Mike on duty one of the scummiest guards there was working in the prison.
After that were flashes of me screaming like a bitch for help and being sucked into an asshole of reality ending up... somewhere. Coming out of my mental rant I heard the cries of birds outside. Going up to my tip toes I stood on a bucket that smelled like shit. Peaking out my eyes widened at the carnage outside of my window. Bodies were everywhere none of them whole as packs of capybara-sized rats feasted on the dead outside...
Ripping my eyes away from the slasher's wet dream I looked over spotting a flock of birds pecking at the bodies of humans and animals littering the ground. Squinting I saw the birds their black backs bouncing up and down with each peck of the dead. Their tan wings fluttered as they devoured everything in their path. Blinking at the size of the animals I gawked the smallest of the birds was easily the size of my current body. The packs of rats dragged away some of the bodies into the nearby forest or inside the few buildings.
Shakely I slowly lowered myself back onto the floor leaning back against the wall I processed what I just saw. Scorch marks and electrical burns on some of the bodies along with those birds and rats... big purple rats that reminded me of an anime I watched until I went into prison. Pokemon but not the soft and cuddly best friend Pokemon more like monsters that eat people. Judging by the rats I saw I would guess that size is not the same as the anime.
Shaking my head I grabbed the bucket from the side of the entry about to clean myself before I stopped. Looking down at the water. 'fuck this could be the only water I have'. Looking around for a faucet or any kind of modern amenities. Finding nothing I exited the bathroom my mind wandering back to the scene I saw outside forcing myself to ignore the bodies remembering the water pump in the middle of the bodies.
Grimacing I finished dressing and wrapping my old clothes on my feet to silence my steps. Listening outside of my room I heard nothing taking slow and deep breaths as I exited my room which opened up into a short hallway barely five feet deep. Luckily my door opened into my room I peeked outside of the room.
Looking up and down remembering the saying 'No asshole looks up or down only head level'. Crouching down I saw a trail of blood leading from the outside of the hallway from what I am assuming is the dining room into the room opposite the door I am standing in. Taking a few deep breaths I saw the blood was still not hardened. Standing back up I softly walked over to the room opposite mine. Laying down on the ground I reached up with my stubby arms cracking the door which revealed a room almost twice the size of mine.
I saw the blood leading into the room up to the bed. Standing up getting a better look at the end of the trail. I feel my mind go blank at what I saw. My vision blurred at the sight before me. A woman with blood-red hair splayed behind her head and a pair of dull blue eyes starring blankly up at the ceiling.
A set of laughter lines adorning her mouth was in stark contrast to the rest of her face which was frozen in horror was the last scene she saw. She would be beautiful if not for the first imprint on her face. Her long pale neck was stretched out showing off bruising in the shape of a hand around the middle along with a gaping wound a mockery of a smile gracing her neck.
Wiping my eyes I looked down at my childish hands covered in tears wiping them off my pants I walked over to the woman not before taking a glance over at her. Grimacing as I threw a blanket over her naked body no before spotting sperm coming out of her bloody bottom half. After covering her up with the solid blankets.
Rummaging around the room finding less than useful feminine products perfumes, clothes, and jewelry. After stuffing a pillowcase with the few jewels and rocks I found scattered across the floor of the room. Swiftly setting the case inside my room and closing the door. Entering the dining room I swiftly entered being quiet as I could still hear the crunching of bones outside. Walking up to the back door that seemed to be busted open along with a still burning stove top filled with what I could assume was soup.
After closing the door and putting a chair against it knowing it would only slow down the Pokemon outside. Searching the dining room I realized that the house I was in was only the two bedrooms their 'bathrooms' and the dining room. No electronics at all only the wood table and chairs along with the empty and searched cabinets.
All over the floor were berries and other food. Swallowing down the scream at the back of my throat being as quiet as I could I grabbed everything remotely editable as I could head back to my bedroom closed the door behind me shoved the last chair against it and slumped against the wall. Going over my items I have berries, overcooked soup, some random vegetables, some dried meats, a few kitchen knives of questionable quality, and a few bits of wood.
Closing my eyes as I drank the bland soup thinking over what is going on. I am in Pokemon for some reason I couldn't get that thought out of my head. Normally I would be jumping with joy at the thought of getting out of prison one way or the other five years out of fifty. Not only that my age regressed to preteen age. If I had to guess I was around nine years old if that.
Not only was this a fubar situation it is beyond that I was surrounded by murder rats and birds feasting on this body's friends and neighbors. The mother was assaulted and killed. Judging from the outside this Clan? or Village didn't go down without a fight I realized that some of the bodies had a dark green uniform on them. Luckily one of them had been close enough where I could see the flag on it three blue and three white wavy lines in front of a yellow background with two white feathers falling.
Next to him was a man with half his face cut off from the jaw up but on his chest was another flag with what looked like a snowflake on a white background with two red and two blue vertical lines. So I don't know which belonged to which but if I was to guess I would say that the Snowflake flag belonged to the resident's village and the Feather flag was the invaders. I was only guessing because the snowflake had fought like a man possessed judging by the four bodies surrounding him knife and scratch marks marred his uniform even then he killed and fought until he died.
Taking a deep breath I realized that I needed to loot some of those l soldiers if I wanted any information on what the fuck is going on. Grimacing at the thought of going outside I took a deep breath before exiting my room somewhat of a game plan forming in my head. Unlocking the window as a game plan came to mind.
Grabbing a few dark blankets I used the kitchen knife to make long strips of the sheets. Using the smaller green strips I tied them to longer black strips making an impromptu ghillie suit that my crazy hillbilly family members showed me how to make when I was younger. Who knew all the lessons my 'crazy' family members would eventually pay off... fuck. Looking at the shabby Ghillie suit I grabbed some of the rotten-smelling powders underneath the sink and filled up the washing basin that was seated beside the front door.
Grabbing one of the buckets filled with dirty water that had been in the kitchen I turned the powder into a paste and dipped some of the strips into the dirty brown water. Securing the 'Ghillie' suit around me covering the rest of my exposed body parts I started to tie the few strips I had dipped into the basin on my limbs and torso.
Giving the suit a few tugs and sending a prayer to whomever was listening I crouched out of the back door. Hugging the wall around the back of the shack. Hiding inside the shadow extending off the back of the house I shuffled toward the sounds of crunching. Coming around the corner I saw that half of the bodies were now gone.
Looking over to the side I saw a fucking mammoth slumped over dead laying on its side in a caved-in house. Shaking my head attempting to tear my gaze away from the titanic mammoth whose size even laying on its side dead was as tall as the building it was laying in. Its legs were gone along with electric burns covering the rest of its body the smell of shit and burned hair lingered in the air.
Reaching the body as the rest of the Pokemon were focused on the feast inside of the village I quickly grabbed the blood, shit, and dirt-covered bags off of the bodies. Using their straps I tied them together quickly lowering them into the open bathroom window holding my breath as the metal clasps clanked against the wooden wall. Closing my eyes at every clank as they felt like bombs going off. Turning around and looking at the bodies I spotted several Christmas ornament-looking balls inside of pockets on their belts.
Quickly grabbing all of the equipment off of their bodies along with their fanny packs I rushed back into the house making as little noise as possible. After entering my room I closed the window softly closing and locking a blanket over the window. Closing my eyes and taking a few breaths I calmed my hammering heart before letting out a raspy chuckle and grabbing the four bags I dared grab along with the fanny packs scrunching up my nose at the smell I ignored it for now.
Leaning back against the wall I closed my eyes to the sounds of the feast outside. I had no energy to go through the four bags I had scavenged from the dead. A dreamless sleep sounded good right about now.
A/N: Hope you enjoy my take on Pokemon.
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-- Classement
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