Today's roll: #248
FUCKING TYRANITAR YEOUSCH DAMMIT
Edit: Alright, maybe I should start doing what some of you guys are doing; writing actual stories. Could be a good writing exercise. Let's assume I start at day one.
I wake up from a weird scream outside. A quick glance at my alarm clock explains my sleepiness: it's only 4 AM. The screaming goes on outside, and in the rising dawn I step outside to find a Tyranitar standing next to a dead person, who I guess is his trainer. It's clawing away what looks like people trying to eat his deceased trainer... The idea of them possibly being zombies strikes me, and when I glance down the street, I see similar situations all over: dead trainers and Pokémon, being eaten and bitten by a horde of the undead.
Having no Pokémon of my own, I decide that a Tyranitar could make for the best ally I could wish for, and in an attempt to gain its trust I grab the shovel laying by a dead person ten meters away, and start bashing into the gang of zombies swarming the Tyranitar and its trainer. Tyranitar seems to catch on and regains his ground, and starts fiercely spitting flames and sending rocks into the zombies. Together we manage to slay most zombies in close proximity, and we flee into the backyard of my house.
Since I live alone, my house is not too big, and even the backyard is quite small. Even though the Tyranitar appears to be a rather small female (though still reaching an impressive 10 ft (*yes I know Ttars officially only reach 6 ft, but disregard that*)), it has to rest in the yard, while I gather supplies inside. I decide it might be best to look for something like a mall or a supermarket - a place with more room for Tyranitar, and a place where I can gather more supplies, seeing as what I managed to gather is quite meager (a few sandwiches, a torch, and a first-aid kit).
Two roads down my house, along which Tyranitar cleared the path, and sealed our path with Rock Slides, I find a van hugging a wall. I drag out the deceased driver, and after barely fitting Tyranitar in the dented, but otherwise completely intact van, we head off to the big supermarket in the city nearby.
After half an hour of driving I make it to the mall, only to find it barricaded from the inside. Luckily Tyranitar packs quite the punch, and she manages to punch open the door with ease. Once we're inside she seals the door behind me.
Inside we encounter a ravage: bodies of other ex-survivors lay spread out on the floor, some with their intestines eaten out, others limbless. Tyranitar and I scan the building for zombies, and after taking out a pack which somehow got into the building we can confirm it's empty, except for us and the rotting bodies.
We can't stay in here for long, with the decaying bodies and all, but for now it provides good shelter, and I can resupply now - there's still quite some food leftover, and in the garden department I manage to secure two shovels, a hoe and a pair of hedge scissors, which may be of good use in case I encounter other survivors.
When I return to our small camp in the dairy segment, I find Tyranitar mourning her deceased and zombified trainer. She seems to have gained trust in me though, and when I hand her over some food to eat, she happily accepts it, starts eating, and then falls asleep. I decide to risk a fire, seeing as electricity is cut off, and then take the first watch for the night. This supermarket won't be a place to hang around for long, what with the decaying bodies and food, but for now it's a blessing.
End of day one.