[color=92278f]Noirville - Sewer System[/color]

As bad as the smell was, Leon quickly grew accustomed to it. He would give anything in exchange for a hot steamy shower once he was out of this mess, but luxuries like that had became sparse when the world had gone to hell. Finding a working shower at all was a miracle, anything beyond that would be a godsend. Shining his flashlight in front of him, the boy made sure there was nothing too dangerous before turning any corner. He had come across the occasional zombie, pokemon and human, but no groups thankfully. Herkules was right behind him, looking back every now and then to make sure nothing was following them. After a few uneventful minutes, the duo came across a steel door to their left. "Staff Only - Do Not Enter!" was written in bold white letters on a red background. "Would you like at that Herk...seems like something good might come out of this after all" Leon smiled, and Herk looked glad as well. The Heracross had always been an energetic and cheerful ally, one of the first Pokemon Leon had ever caught. The trainer didn´t need to say a word, as the Pokemon knew exactly what to do. Placing his horn between the door and the wall, it didn´t take much effort for Herk to pry the door open.

Behind it was a little supply room and mutliple levers and valves that were connected to electrical panels and pipes. On the shelves lay a few tools, as well as a collection of nuts and bolts, nothing that would be really useful to Leon. In one corner of the room though, there was something the boy had not expected to find: A corpse. It seemed to belong to a man, clothed in some kind of uniform, a bullet hole on his forehead. The body was already decomposing, and when Leon got closer, he could smell it. When he entered the sewer, he had managed to hold back the barf, but this time there was no fighting it. After regaining composure, Leon noticed a gun in the man´s hand. The boy wasn´t a fan of firearms, but he was even less of a fan of zombies. Slowly inching closer, holding his nose, he grabbed the gun from the lifeless grip. Although he had never held one before, he finally managed to release the magazine after a bit of tinkering. 5 bullets left. Sliding it back in, he made sure the safety was on, then packed the gun away into his bag.  

"Let´s go Herk" Leon commented dryly "Nothing else here for us...". The pair went back to the tunnel, the boy trying to forget the corpse...and the thought that, one day not too far in the future, he could end up just like that.