Trainer Name: Brandon
Pokemon:
Skipper - [16/16]
Marshtomp - [16/16]
Arbok - [30/30]
Beedrill - [30/30]
Primeape - [30/30]
Riolu - [25/25]
Items: Pokeball x4, Revive ×1 , Coins ×2
Healing counter: N/A
Points: 70
*Very very sorry for my lack of replies these last few days, been meaning to reply, but opportunities just seemed to slip away... *
*I see we finally have another new person joining the gcea. Steven welcome to the wonderful half roleplay half creativity based story known as GCEA. I hope you enjoy it and have fun, if you ever have any questions or need any help getting started, dont hestiate to vm me, pm me or whatever way you want to contact me and I will be more then happy to answer your questions ;).*
*now where to begin...*
His pokemon fought hard to keep the zombie men back, but once the reinforcements of fellow zombie men arrived, the tide immediatelly turned largely against him and his pokemon. It seemed Alice was going to fail to act, even to save both their lives. He was honestly dis appointed and thinking about something he should say, when he noticed the zombies has turned to his pokemon now and although his pokemon made them pay for each and every step and bite in the form of punches, kicks, scratches, getting stung, bit and scorched, his pokemon were very quickly over powered, Brandon knew they would keep fighting to the end if given a choice, but Brandon could see his pokemon's lives were in danger and he would not let them die, he could not let them die, they had done enough for him already. He made the decision to rapidly withdraw them, he withdrew them 2 at a time, with each pokemon that began dis appearing into their ball, Brandon said a thank you, Skipper was the last one of his pokemon to be withdraw, up until the moment the ball forced inside, he was fighting the zombies every possible way he could, Brandon said a very big thank you as the fire type began to dis appear, but even as the charmeleon was being sucked into the ball he did not give up on the zombies, as his last course of action before he was forced completely into the ball and then trapped inside, he launched a huge flamethrower, it streaked through the air, hitting 2 or 3 zombies dead square in the face. As the ball closed and Skipper was withdrew completely, he quickly clipped his ball to his belt, then grabbed the syringe once more and then, gripping the scissors and syringe very tightly, he prepared himself to fight the zombies himself, if his leg werent injuried, he would have finished them all off by now, but since leg was injuries and he was on the groud, he was at an extreme dis advatange tactical wise. The zombies moved upon him rapidly now, as each one got within striking range of Brandon, he started stabbing it repeatedly the, the arms, legs, stomach, chest, neck, head wherever he could, none of it seemed to phase them. They piled on top Brandon, Brandon kept stabbing rapidly now, but as he did so now, his life flashed before his eyes, he saw his mother, his friends, school teachers, he saw the bullies who had bullied him all through his school years, he saw all books he read, all the tv shoss, video games he had watched and played, he saw every restraunt him and his mom ever ate at. He saw all this in a flash, stabbing rapidly while doing so, as he began to say a prayer asking the lord for forgiveness and to allow him into heaven, despite his sins, he was abruptedly lifted out of the pile of zombies, by none other then Kaze, as the fire type dragon moved him swiftly towards 'safety' , he stabbed any zombie that came too close. A moment or two later, as Kaze was moving in to try and save Alice, he heard her scream and looked over at her, she was being bit repeatedly by a dark type pokemon, Brandon cringed slightly as he watched on, if only she had acted when he had shouted, maybe, just maybe they would still have the upper hand. As Brandon continued to watch, Alice fainted from the pain . Moments later the man had started this all raised his hand and shot a streak of dark energy at Kaze, Brandon screamed "NOOOO!!!! KAAAZEEE LOOK O....." before he could finish his sentence, it was too late, the energy slammed into Kaze and the huge dragon began to fall down, fast asleep, as he began to fall, his hand released Brandon, having no more muscle power, he flew threw the air and landed a short distance away. As he landed, pain shot up his leg and made his eye twitch, he shoved the pain tl the back of his mind, as now he still had a fight on his hands, as now all the zombies were once more upon him, Brandon resumed his rapid stabbing, but all in vain, the zombies were simply un phased bybit, they moved in and started bitijg him, once more his life flashed before his eyes, as thenhuge pain from the bites flooded like a snuami (hope I spelled that right), he thought to himself " so this is how it ends, after all the struggle, after all he and everyone else had gone through and survived, after all he had done to stay alive and keep others alive, he was going to dis being eaten alive by zombies". As Brandon screamed out in pain and said final prayers to the lord begging once more for forgiveness, there was a sudden 'BOOM' and the ship shook and made a tremendous splittering noise. Brandon opened his eyes, after having closed them for the prayer and the end, to see no zombies, no man, no dark pokemon, he next looked at his injuried leg, it was perfectly fine! It must all have been a mind trick, he reached into the pocket that had contained his pocket knife before the nightmare began, but it wasnt there, he felt his other pocket, looked around, it was no where to be found. Brandon could hear more splitting, the sound was moving closed to him by the second, the ship must be going down! He had not a second to lose, he scrambled to his feet and looked around for anything he could use as a floatation device, he found none, but he did find a badly ripped and gnarled orange dish towel, a waiter must have dropped it, Brandon ran over, picked it up and tied it around his wrist, right as he finished doing so and was about to turn around and run to the door, the ship took another violent jerk, the motion threw him against a wall and knocked him un concious.
Brandon began to arise when he heard a voice in the distance "IS ANYBODY ELSE OUT THERE!" the voice was distant, but it was enough to began jump starting his brain back into conciousness. As he fully came to, he heard the voice scream again "BRANDON! Are you awake?" , Brandon recoginized that voice, it was Rocky! His fleyes fluttered open and he lifted his head, the first thing he noticed was he was in water, it seemed he had gotten lucky and landed on top of small but sturdy piece of debris, it had kept him afloat and kept him alive. As he took in his sorroundings and his brain began to process what had happened, he noticed the huge figure of Rocky nearby. Brandon took a deep breath and tried to call out his name "Ro....Roc.... Roocck... Ro..ck..yy, A.... r.... e... Y..y..o..o...u..u .... Al.... Alr... rig.. htt?" Brandon to get the words out, despite his teeth shattering like crazy. He immediatelly grew concerned about Hypotherma and wondered how long they had been in the water, he stuttered out to Rocky again "D...ooo... Do.... Do y...ooo..u..u.u kno...kn..ow... Ho...ww lon... Lon...g w....w..ee hav....hav..ee bee... Bee...n i... In... T...he... Wa....ttt...eeee..rr fo....fo..r?" Brandon knew the human body could survive in freezing cold water for about 15 to 20 minutes, maybe 25 minutes if you were very lucky before you began to be at an extremelly high, DANGEROUSLY high chance of getting Hypotherma. He hoped rescue would come quick, or atleast that a life boat would come and pick them up. In the meantime, Brandon tried to move as much of his body, particularly the center, over the water and onto the peice of debris as possible, once he got up as much as he could without risking the piece of debris going under, he went as still as possible, only moving his fingers and toes to try and maintain circulation for as long as possible.
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