Pokemon Necro (Open RP for anyone who wants to join)

[PC Master Race]

The other four look relieved too, now knowing that there is another survivor out there, safe and rescued. Though they make sure not to overwhelm the rockruff with questions about his origin and current situation, however concerning and grim it might be.
Weston the bear seems the "least" excited at the fact, though. In truth, when he heard Rocky asked what a "dad" is, he was kind of not sure how to feel / what to think about it.
But when they see Rocky yawns like so, it's clear that the questions should be for later. The maned wolf points at a sofa near the fireplace. It looks pretty big, should be enough for Rocky.

Francesca : You can sleep there, little guy.

 

[Amepix]

Rocky walked over to the warm fireplace and layed down, curling into himself before closing his eyes. It wasn't long before a quiet snore could be heard from the young puppy, indicating he had fallen asleep.

 

[T0ast3r]

"SNIPE, WHERE THE HELL IS THE SHOTGUN?!"
"IN MY CLOSET LIKE IT ALWAYS IS, DUMBASS!!"
"Guys, we shouldn't be screaming!"
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!
The four had always been big fans of zombie movies, but they never expected to be living in one. Sweetie had assured them they'd be safe in their apartment, after all, the door was always locked, and they were on a very high floor. They were convinced Brawlers would break the staircase trying to climb it.
Boy, were they wrong.
"Toaster, where's your rocket attachment?!" Snipe demanded from the protogen, who grew nervous, as they had forgotten.
"In my closet maybe? I don't know! I never thought I need it for anything other than joyrides!"
"I GOT THE WEAPONS!" Berry cut in, carrying a sack above his head, which they all assumed had Snipe's old weaponry inside.
"Good. Sweetie, how we doing on the food?!" she called into the kitchen, the only other girl shortly after appearing carrying a large bookbag, ready to go.
She nodded and ran into Toaster's room, rummaging around in their closet for all the spare parts they might need. After packing them all up, she ran back out and gave them to their owner before kneeling down.
"Everyone on my back, now!!" she demanded, everyone climbing on without a second thought. She stood up, slowly stumbling to the window, looking back at the apartment, and at the door being slowly broken down before their very eyes.
I can't be safe anywhere, can I?
She turned and leapt, clearing the whole street and landing on an adjacent building as a loud crash sounded behind her, no doubt her supposed 'safe home' being taken.
She kept going and going, her roomates clinging on as best they could while carrying the essentials. She kept going until she felt safe. Until she felt her roomates could be safe.
After all, she was the one they could trust. The strong one, the badass, the protector. And she was going to do everything in her power to live up to that right now.

 

[Amepix]

"SNIPE, WHERE THE HELL IS THE SHOTGUN?!"
"IN MY CLOSET LIKE IT ALWAYS IS, DUMBASS!!"
"Guys, we shouldn't be screaming!"
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!
The four had always been big fans of zombie movies, but they never expected to be living in one. Sweetie had assured them they'd be safe in their apartment, after all, the door was always locked, and they were on a very high floor. They were convinced Brawlers would break the staircase trying to climb it.
Boy, were they wrong.
"Toaster, where's your rocket attachment?!" Snipe demanded from the protogen, who grew nervous, as they had forgotten.
"In my closet maybe? I don't know! I never thought I need it for anything other than joyrides!"
"I GOT THE WEAPONS!" Berry cut in, carrying a sack above his head, which they all assumed had Snipe's old weaponry inside.
"Good. Sweetie, how we doing on the food?!" she called into the kitchen, the only other girl shortly after appearing carrying a large bookbag, ready to go.
She nodded and ran into Toaster's room, rummaging around in their closet for all the spare parts they might need. After packing them all up, she ran back out and gave them to their owner before kneeling down.
"Everyone on my back, now!!" she demanded, everyone climbing on without a second thought. She stood up, slowly stumbling to the window, looking back at the apartment, and at the door being slowly broken down before their very eyes.
I can't be safe anywhere, can I?
She turned and leapt, clearing the whole street and landing on an adjacent building as a loud crash sounded behind her, no doubt her supposed 'safe home' being taken.
She kept going and going, her roomates clinging on as best they could while carrying the essentials. She kept going until she felt safe. Until she felt her roomates could be safe.
After all, she was the one they could trust. The strong one, the badass, the protector. And she was going to do everything in her power to live up to that right now.

*meanwhile, elsewhere in the zombie infested world, that happened. Love me some lore*

 

[PC Master Race]

The family watch as the rockruff dozes off into a rather sound and peaceful sleep. The poor little guy probably has not got one for a while.
While he's having his rest, the family keep to themselves and keep their voice down so as not to wake him up.
It's been quite a long day, after all. Only around afternoon right now, but with this gloomy sky and cold weather, any time is a good time for a sleep near a warm fireplace to recharge oneself.
But at least, with every survivor they can find that isn't a raider or a bandit having the funny idea of robbing others and preying on others, there's some hope yet still remaining in these trying times of this bleak world.
Hope that one day they'd all wake up without having to hold their breath, and they can get to see the sunrise, knowing that they've survived this outbreak, and the zombie madness would be all but the past.

 

[T0ast3r]

--Meanwhile, back with Snipe and the others--

Hours after they fled their apartment and found a safe spot within an old office building, Sweetie, Toaster and Berry had all but collapsed into a cuddle pile, snoring quietly. Snipe, however, stayed awake, taking watch. It had been years since she did this, but she felt the need to. She held one of her shotguns close to her chest, walking around quietly, her floppy ears flicking back and forth.
No one was touching her friends.

 

[Amepix]

Somewhere quite far away from the blacksmith district of Mauville City, was the shopping district with it's own Poke Mart, with what was once barricades now broken down and destroyed as if something had charged through them.

Zombies of both Pokémon and Fur kind were banging against the steel door that lead to the back storage. Inside, a lone midnight Lycanroc leaded against one of the shelves containing the supplies he had salvaged over these three long years.

He clutched his shoulder, which bleed from the large wound he had gotten while getting his little bro to safety. Though barely open eyes, he looked at a photo on the wall. A photo of him and Rocky when he was just a baby. His mother had taken that photo and he kept it close ever since.

???: I hope you've gotten somewhere where somebody could protect you little bro.

He said as he closed his eyes for what was possibly the last time, as the door swung open from the sheer force pressing against it...

 

[PC Master Race]

Somewhere quite far away from the blacksmith district of Mauville City, was the shopping district with it's own Poke Mart, with what was once barricades now broken down and destroyed as if something had charged through them.

Zombies of both Pokémon and Fur kind were banging against the steel door that lead to the back storage. Inside, a lone midnight Lycanroc leaded against one of the shelves containing the supplies he had salvaged over these three long years.

He clutched his shoulder, which bleed from the large wound he had gotten while getting his little bro to safety. Though barely open eyes, he looked at a photo on the wall. A photo of him and Rocky when he was just a baby. His mother had taken that photo and he kept it close ever since.

???: I hope you've gotten somewhere where somebody could protect you little bro.

He said as he closed his eyes for what was possibly the last time, as the door swung open from the sheer force pressing against it...

The door is smashed open, its hinges almost broken off the wall.
From the looks of it, there seems to be a brawn, leading a horde of shamblers and rapids.
The brawn in question, is a beast of monstrous proportions, a mix of rhino and crocodile, with spikes all over its back, freakishly sharp horns on its muzzle, and a spiked-mace at the end of its flail-like tail.
By itself alone, it has leveled houses and small buildings with a single charge attack, and large buildings with several relentless charge attacks. Barricades could only do so much before they get shattered to pieces and crushed under its terrifying strength, only matched by its stampeding frenzy.

 

[Amepix]

*Back with the survivors at Workshop Number 3-45...*

The young Rockruff slowly opened his eyes, awakening after his long nap. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but he felt refreshed. With a newfound energy, Rocky began to look around the workshop in his endless curiosity. He wondered over to the refrigerator, as, he had gotten quite hungry after his long trek to this place. It's wasn't like he could open it though, as Rockruff's were unable to stand on their hind legs, at least not stably.

However, hearing his own tummy give a hungry rumble, Rocky began an attempt to open that fridge, to at least see what was inside. Using the fridge door as a balance for himself, Rocky attempted to reach the handle. He was unfortunately just a little too short to reach it.

Rocky : This was so much easier when Crescent would do it for me!

 

[T0ast3r]

--Back with the roomies--
Snipe deeply regretted her clothing choices. Her thin black t-shirt, green overcoat and jeans were doing nothing, but to be fair, Berry was dressed similarly, in his stupid-looking shirt and shorts. Sweetie seemed to be the only one dressed warmly, but was still shivering. Leggings under a pretty flowy skirt probably wasn't helping.
With a gentle poke, she woke up Toaster, who looked up at her as their visor blinked on.
"Whu u wan...?" they mumbled tiredly, and she pointed silently to their shivering friends.
They understood instantly and a small heat symbol appeared on their shoulders, indicating their heater had turned on.
The two stopped shivering and Snipe stood closer, at least letting her legs warm up. She'd need to if they were going to continue their journey tomorrow.

 

[Amepix]

(Hey everyone! I made a discussion thread for our rp! Sorry for the immersion break, get back to it everybody! Have you're fun!)

 

[PC Master Race]

(Hey everyone! I made a discussion thread for our rp! Sorry for the immersion break, get back to it everybody! Have you're fun!)

(Don't worry about "immersion break", it's necessary when people might not be aware of something important you want to inform them)

*Back with the survivors at Workshop Number 3-45...*

The young Rockruff slowly opened his eyes, awakening after his long nap. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but he felt refreshed. With a newfound energy, Rocky began to look around the workshop in his endless curiosity. He wondered over to the refrigerator, as, he had gotten quite hungry after his long trek to this place. It's wasn't like he could open it though, as Rockruff's were unable to stand on their hind legs, at least not stably.

However, hearing his own tummy give a hungry rumble, Rocky began an attempt to open that fridge, to at least see what was inside. Using the fridge door as a balance for himself, Rocky attempted to reach the handle. He was unfortunately just a little too short to reach it.

Rocky : This was so much easier when Crescent would do it for me!

When Rocky wakes up it's near evening. Probably 7 PM at best.
He would see Jin and the other four in the room. The four are awake as well, but Jin still sleeping.
They see the little guy's attempt to open the fridge, and the bear walks over to help him with it.

Weston : If you can't reach the handle, grab the side of the door here, and pull it out.

He demonstrates how to do it for the rockruff to see.
Inside the fridge, are some canned foods and water bottles. Judging from there being of many different brands and types, they were probably scavenged from all around here.
One of the canned foods has the "Poke Mart" brand.

 

[Amepix]

Rocky stared at the canned foods, until he saw one that had the "Poke Mart" brand logo. He tugged at it for a moment to turn it around and saw that it's was canned ham.

Rocky : Oooh, I love ham! *Imagine he has the amine star eyes with a wide smile*

 

[PC Master Race]

Rocky stared at the canned foods, until he saw one that had the "Poke Mart" brand logo. He tugged at it for a moment to turn it around and saw that it's was canned ham.

Rocky : Oooh, I love ham! *Imagine he has the amine star eyes with a wide smile*

The bear closes the fridge, seeing that it might be too much for Rocky to do it on his own.

Weston : Our dad told me, he found you at this "Poke Mart" street ?

He takes the rockruff to a small table, near the fireplace. It looks more a sort of short table, with people sitting on the floor for eating. There, he sits down next to the rockruff.

Weston : Care to tell me a bit 'bout you and your brother, as well as how you got separated ?

 

[Amepix]

The young Rockruff smiles as he begins to talk about his brother. It's clear they had a good relationship with how fondly he talks of him.

Rocky : Oh, Crescent is my brothers name! He'd play with me, cook for me, teach me things. He even thought me how to kill zombies, he said it was important. He'd even tell me stories to help me fall asleep on stormy nights.

He seems to begin to frown as the pup thinks back to the last time he'd ever seen him.

Rocky : There was this loud banging at the door and my brother told me to get into the storage room. He was holding the door closed as they smashed into it. One of them broke the glass and bit into his shoulder. It must of hurt because he screamed louder than I'd ever heard him scream. He yelled at me to get that window open and to run. I thought he'd come with me but, I haven't seen him anywhere!

 

[PC Master Race]

The bear, and the other three, listen to Rocky about his brother named Crescent, how the two were quite close together, even to the point of teaching the little Rocky how to kill zombies.
But it also means this is like war time. Where there is no excuse, no exception, for anyone, not even when it comes to age.
The attack that separated Rocky and Crescent clearly didn't end well... and they'd know, the word "zombie" and "bite" mean the same to all living beings out there.
Death.
Upon hearing that Crescent got bit, the four know there's only one very grim end in the story. But the bear still tries his best not to slip off the bad news... at least not yet.

Weston : I'm sorry to hear that.

He opens the canned food and places it in front of the rockruff.

Weston : ... When did the attack happen ? And how long have you been wandering out there ?

 

[Amepix]

Rocky begins to eat the food in front him, his tail beginning to wag a little.

Rocky : I think it's been two days? I've been trying to find another Poke Mart, as my brother always told me to stay near the one we used to be in. So I thought I'd wait in another one for him.

 

[PC Master Race]

Rocky begins to eat the food in front him, his tail beginning to wag a little.

Rocky : I think it's been two days? I've been trying to find another Poke Mart, as my brother always told me to stay near the one we used to be in. So I thought I'd wait in another one for him.

The bear tries his best not to let off that he's kind of in grief for the rockruff's brother, who is probably done for at this point. Two days after being bitten, and still no-one ever has any glimpse of hope for a prevention method, let alone a cure.
Safe to say, the poor brother is probably gone by now...

Weston : ... I have a feeling there's something special about this "Poke Mart" name to you and your brother ?

 

[Amepix]

Rocky looked up at the bear with a passion clearly in his eyes.

Rocky : Of course! My brother said this Poke Mart was real special! And it would be ours forever! I'd usually just play in my room on the second floor when he was out getting us some food or other things.

 

[PC Master Race]

The bear looks at the fireplace for a while, then back at the rockruff.

Weston : ... I'm sure your brother is OK. Don't worry.

He knows it's a lie. They all know it's a lie.
But it's better than just straight-up bashing the dark truth right in the rockruff's face right now. Poor guy needs a break after what's happened.

Weston : Why don't you tell us about yourself. What's a... rockruff ? Sorry, I'm not too familiar with pokemons in general. I heard from dad that you can control rocks and stones, but there must be more than just that, yeah ?

 

[Amepix]

The Rockruff stopped eating and looked back at the bear, not hesitating to answer.

Rocky : I'm a Rockruff! My brother told me that I'll evolve into a Lycanroc like him someday! I have an amazing scent of smell, I'll never forget what something smells like once I've smelled it! I'm also pretty fast, or at least that's what Crescent would always tell me when we raced around the store.

As for what Rocky looked like. He was a quadrupedal canine Pokémon with light Brown fur that looked a little messy, most likely from his two day trek around the empty city. His muzzle, paws, and the tips of his ears were a darker brown in colour, almost like the colour of mud. He had large green eyes that seemed to shine wherever they were hit by rays of sunlight, that rested atop his short muzzle with housed a triangular pink nose. As for his ears, they were like dropping down triangles that would raise into the air whenever he heard something he was interested in. Around his neck was a greyish-white fur that reassembled a collar, it had dark brown pebbles resting around it in a neat fashion. His tail was the same greyish-white as the fur around his neck, and curled tightly over it's back.

Rocky : As for myself! Hmmm.... Oh, I know! I love to play and be told bedtime stories! I really appreciate them on stormy nights, I don't really like thunder. Or any loud noise I guess. And Crescent has told me I've got quite the appetite. Haha!

 

[PC Master Race]

The bear chuckles and gently pets on the rockruff's ears and tail.
The poor guy still seems like a little pup at heart, judging by how he likes playing and listening to bedtime stories.
Sadly, he's now thrown into a world of chaos like right now, where everyone is on edge, and death is always at the corner, coming at them at the slightest lapse of concentration.

Weston : Dad usually tell us bedtime stories too. Even though we're pretty grown-up by now. But we still like them regardless, heh.

He rests his hands on the table.

Weston : What's your favorite story that your brother told you ?

 

[Amepix]

Rocky thought back for a moment. He'd heard his fair share of stories from his brother over those two years he's heard them. Finaly, he settled on one that he particularly like. One that his brother seemed to hold very close to his heart.

Rocky : Oh, I know! Whenever I was afraid, my brother would tell me the story of the Lycanroc in the sky! I think it goes like... Up high above the clouds, resting far above the stars, two Lycanroc sat, watching the world from above. One was a man, and one was a woman. They would watch over little Rockruff's like me whenever we'd play, rest, or eat, to insure we stayed safe. He'd told me they'd always be watching me and keep me safe! It always made me feel better.

 

[PC Master Race]

To the rockruff, it sounds like a comfort to help him feel at peace and at home, whenever he is scared of something.
But to the other four, it straight up says, the poor guy's parents are gone. And his brother might share the same fate.
Yet he doesn't seem to know any better. His parents gone, then his brother too. He's all alone here, along with a group of strangers, only managing to kill the very first shambler today, and obviously at the mercy of all other survivors if things go south.
If he is found by raiders and bandits, who knows what kind of horror is in store for the poor kid ?

Weston : ... Well.... from now on, there'd be us to help watch over you too. So don't worry, alright ?

Just then, Jin slowly wakes up, too. He turns a bit, then slowly gets up.

 

[T0ast3r]

--Back with the roomies--
Snipe deeply regretted her clothing choices. Her thin black t-shirt, green overcoat and jeans were doing nothing, but to be fair, Berry was dressed similarly, in his stupid-looking shirt and shorts. Sweetie seemed to be the only one dressed warmly, but was still shivering. Leggings under a pretty flowy skirt probably wasn't helping.
With a gentle poke, she woke up Toaster, who looked up at her as their visor blinked on.
"Whu u wan...?" they mumbled tiredly, and she pointed silently to their shivering friends.
They understood instantly and a small heat symbol appeared on their shoulders, indicating their heater had turned on.
The two stopped shivering and Snipe stood closer, at least letting her legs warm up. She'd need to if they were going to continue their journey tomorrow.

In the morning, as the dawn light peeked through the windows, Sweetie was the first to awaken. She looked up, her ice-blue eyes slowly adjusting to the ever-increasing light. The first thing that caught her eye was the sight of her friend sitting beside the cuddle pile, head pressed against the shotgun she was holding upright, like she was having trouble staying awake.
Sweetie sat up and pat Snipe on the shoulder to get her attention.
"The hell do you need?"
"I need you to sleep, Snipe... I can take watch, ok?"
"Weren't you the one screaming about how we were going to die?"
"Snipe, now that we have weapons, we have a way to defend ourselves. You've taught us how to use them in case we have to... and now we have to. So, please, at the very least, give me a chance to defend us, so you can get some energy back. You'll need it in order to keep carrying us..."
Snipe hesitated before sighing, handing her roommate the shotgun.
"Fine. But if we get eaten, I'm blaming it on you."
"That's alright..."
And, with that, Snipe curled up as Berry and Toaster began to stir, looking around just as tiredly as Sweetie had moments before. Sweetie stood as she looked around, not hearing or seeing anything. The building began to warm and Toaster turned off their heater, looking out the window at the zombie-infested streets below.
"We're going to be ok, r-right, Sweetie?" they asked worriedly, and she hesitated before nodding.
"Yeah. As long as we stick together and keep moving while we can, we'll be ok...
I hope."