Shit shit shit shit shit shit.... Was all Blake could think at the moment. There was a raging Onix chasing their little group, and judging by how it dealt with Abigails', Melodys' and Jacksons' Pokemon launching their own little counterattack, the Onix was too much for them to handle. Now, all the group could really do was run, and run they did. Then Blake remembered back when they were running away from the Spinarak and how he had Swinub use Mud Sport to slow the insect Pokemon down and pondered on using the same strategy one more time, but when he turned back and saw that the Onix had started picking up speed, it was like he saw a ghost. A human one, not a ghost-type, although those are scary in their own way too...
Apparently, Onix, thanks to their bad freaking luck, had learned Rock Polish and had used it to increase its speed.
There's no way now that Mud Sport would be able to slow that monster down... Just gotta run faster, I guess.... He thought as he turned and closed his eyes while starting to speed up himself. After a while of running away, Blake couldn't hear the sound of the Onix chasing them anymore and was about to stop when he suddenly tripped on something and with all the momentum he had accumulated, the only thing he could do was brace for the impact.
Blake fell forward, crashing headfirst on the ground in front of him. Then, he started tumbling until he smashed onto a nearby tree where he came to a stop. The momentum of his fall also launched Swinubs Pokeball out from Blake's pocket, the Pokeball too falling down on the ground near Blake. Swinub came out of the Pokeball, clearly dizzy and disoriented.
Blake stayed as is for a couple moments, trying to understand what had actually happened there.
"Ugh, ouch, ouch ouch.." He yelped as he stood up and straightened his back, supporting himself on the tree behind him.
Okay, damage report. Broken bones? Nnnah he thought as he checked himself for any bones that might have been broken from the fall.
Okay, what about gashes or any other open wounds? He checked his head first, carefully examining for any wounds. Miraculously, apart from some scratches here and there and the obvious bruising all over his body, he was, for the most part fine.
Must be my lucky day today, if you count out the fact that it's my first day as an official Pokemon trainer and I've already gotten myself into all this trouble.... Blake thought and sighed.
"But where the hell am I?" Blake wondered and looked around, trying to find anything that would give him a clue about his whereabouts. Apparently, he had strayed off the main road and somehow had gotten himself deep inside the dense forest,
Good going Blake, you did it again... He thought to himself in frustration.
The first thing he noticed as he was looking around was Swinub. He was laying on the ground, a few feet away from him and was obviously not in the greatest of conditions. Blake rushed to his friends' aid, trying to help the Pokemon regain its composure. It took a while and although its moves were a little groggy, the little fellow managed to climb up to his usual seat atop Blake's head and rest. Blake, smiling, picked up his pokemons' Pokeball and then looked back at the second thing he had immediately noticed as he was looking around the area. The small, square-shaped box a few feet away from them. He got closer to the mysterious crate and was pleasantly surprised when he realized that that box was actually one of those chests that are scattered around the world, sometimes containing useful stuff in them. Blake had heard from a lot of Trainers passing through Blackthorn about those chests and that's how he immediately recognized the pattern on the box.
"Swinub my friend, today seems to be our lucky day, as hard to believe that is" he told his friend with a chuckle.
Blake picked up a decent-sized stone and with a
thwack! He smashed it on the lock of the chest, breaking it. He dropped the stone and opened the chest to take a look what was inside. Inside the chest were a Bluk Berry, two apples and, surprisingly enough, a bottle of water! If someone would watch Blake right then, they would see a crazy teenage boy with a Swinub on his head, jumping around in excitement. Having enough food and water would be so important to them until they reunited with the rest of the group. Unfortunately, it seemed like Blake had little time to waste as the sun had already started setting and as everyone knows, or should know anyway, nights out in the wild with all those wild Pokemon lurking in the shadows, were not to be trifled with. He retrieved the supplies from the chest and started retracing his steps, trying to find his way back to the main road.
4 HOURS LATER - PRESENT TIME
Blake fell down on the cold ground, panting. He had finally left behind him all that dense forest and was now back on the main road leading to Cherrygrove. Their food supplies had been depleted, but since Blake had made sure to be frugal when it came to the water, he had managed to save around half of it. He picked the bottle from his shoulder bag and made to drink some of it when Swinub nudged him. The little Pokemon had decided to refuse to go inside his Pokeball that would shelter it from the conditions outside and had stayed on Blake's side the whole time they travelled through the forest. However, since Swinub is at the end of the day, an Ice-type Pokemon, its need for water was greater than that of the average human and as such, most of the water that had already been consumed had gone to Swinub, something that Blake happily obliged to.
Blake sat up, bringing Swinub to his lap. He signalled to the Pokemon to open its mouth and then slowly poured the water until Swinubs thirst was sated. When Swinub was finished, he too drank what was left of it and threw away the bottle.
"Now what? Where do you think we should go from here?" Blake asked his little friend. There was a small moment of silence that was broken by the loud growl of Blakes' stomach rumbling.
"Ha ha ha..." Blake laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. There had been some time since he had eaten anything and two apples are not something you'd really call a satisfying meal.
Then, all of a sudden, Swinub started sniffing the air.
"What?" he asked the Pokemon with a quizzed look on his face but quickly caught on to what was happening. Swinub had caught the smell of cooked food!
"Do you think you can lead us to where the smell comes from?" he eagerly asked Swinub who without looking back at him, jumped off his lap and started walking down the road while continuing to sniff the air. One thing he had learned about Swinub while he was back at home, studying about their evolutionary line, was that they have a very acute sense of smell. That, combined with the fact that they are huge eaters, always on the look for more food, makes them able to accurately trace the smell of it from miles away at times! Blake could only follow his little piggy-hound as it lead him towards salvation.
Or so he thought... His hopes were instantly shattered when he reached the opening where the camp had been set up and noticed Abigail and Avery sitting next to a fire. Well, he was of course happy to see Avery but not that someone else sitting next to him. Nevertheless, he caught himself remembering back to when he had witnessed Peggy slap Abigail. A small smile formed on his lips as he remembered her shocked reaction and Jacksons' song.
"Good job finding the group little fellow," he told Swinub, picking it up and putting it on top of his head before starting walking towards the camp.
This was going to be interesting, to say the least. 
