[center][code]Noirville[/code][/center]
The road was filled to the brim with the undead. People who once valued the Dark-typing of pokemon now shambled through the streets, eyes unseeing and literally dead on their feet. Inside the darkness of an alley way, a living, human teen and his partner hid within the shadows, and watched the walking dead pass them by as they searched for an unknown signal. The human sighed silently, his hand running through the spiky golden strands that sat on top of his head. He'd been stalling in this spot for a few hours now, having been caught out by the surprisingly quick nightfall before he could reach his "safe house". Said "safe house" was right across the street from the two, with a large group of undead blocking the path in their aimless, slow wandering. The blond's current companion, a duck-like being with three, detached, floating limbs, and primary colored coating, settled one of it's floating "arms" on his trainer's shoulder, as if to comfort him. The boy gave the Porygon Z a thankful smile, and returned to his silent vigil with a calmer outlook. He hoped that the current horde in front of him would just move along, and not hang around this area for too long.

Slowly but surely, the mass of walking death absconded from the area, a few stragglers falling away from the group. One of these stragglers unluckily shambled towards the hiding duo, one of the two narrowing his eyes and the other twitching every so often as a visual sign of fear. Neither of the two moved, only their eyes tracking the once living human as it entered the alleyway. A low groan came from it's rotting mouth, making the two tense but not moving in the slightest. The moment the rotting man stepped into contact range, the boy whispered towards his partner, [color=yellow]"Thunder Wave"[/color]. Two things happened in that one moment. The Porygon Z spun its arms around an invisible axis, firing a beam of electricity at the undead. At that same moment, the teen quickly got into a crouch, allowing the status effecting move to strike it's intended target. The zombie was hit by the special lightning, and it's body locked up on itself, paralyzed and unable to move. The blond walked over to the now unmoving, ramrod figure, gently laying it down on the ground as it struggled to regain movement. The blonde pulled out a pokeball, the red and white sphere emitting a red beam of light that digitalized the Virtual Pokemon. Now alone, he quietly crept across the street, now barren except for a few oblivious undead, reaching his intended destination in the shape of a grey, iron door on the side of an abandoned building. He unlocked it, using a copper key he had retrieved from his pocket, and entered the structure, closing the door behind him and baring it with a steel pole.

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[code]Pristin City[/code][/center]

A young girl and her pokemon walked through the empty streets, the human's chilled, sleeping body was wrapped within the arms of a lumbering bear who had a sort of Band around his right bicep, and watched by a pink creature with long feelers attached beneath her ears. The Ursaring's eyes darted to and fro, searching for hidden foes around the corners of darkened pathways, tension very apparent across his body. His fellow pokemon, the Audino, watched their current retainer's unconscious body, concern etched within her features. She truly hoped that the child of her former trainer was alright. The girl hasn't been acting normally these past few years, and there have been no signs of recovery. Yes, Mary, as the pokemon call her, is alive and healthy, no signs of any infection running through her. However, what the Hearing Pokemon worried about was the child's mind. Noticing his partner's worry, the Ursaring grunted out some words of comfort towards the shorter pokemon, his attention not truly invested in the consolation. "We'll be fine, Cherry," the noises in his species' tongue seemed to say. 

White flakes of pure snow fell from the sky, as it usually did in this part of the region, lining the tops of the pokemon's heads and shoulders. Cherry shivered slightly at the cold, but didn't falter in the slightest. If you fell behind, you died. That's the motto that has kept the small group of pokemon and their trainer alive for the past few years. Hesitation could mean the difference between a close escape or a bite that would change you forever. A PokeMart slowly appeared within the duo's vision, and the Ursaring moved just a tad bit faster at the sight of the blue roof. PokeMarts meant supplies, which meant a longer lifespan for their group. They had been running out of "pokemon food" this past week, and this was the perfect chance for them to restock. Cherry matched his pace, similarly excited by the prospect of food. They would reach their destination in a couple of minutes, but the duo would not dare to move any faster in fear of alerting a hoard.