
Jin : I appreciate that, kid. But I hope I'm not giving you too much trouble with this.Rocky : Of course! I'm a little worried the monsters will still be there when we finally get the my Poke Mart... But you need to food, and I wanna help you!
He had clear determination in his eyes. That Poke Mart was his and his brothers home after all, and if he could at least see it again, or maybe even see his dear brother once more, that's all the young canine needed. Plus, he'd like to get some toys from his room.
As the group makes their way though the city, they come across fresh tracks. Someone had trudged their way though here recently.
With this much snow in the area, it's not hard to see the tracks of someone... or something, passing by.Rocky sniffed the footprints out of curiosity. But he was quite surprised when the scent didn't smell like one of the infected.
Rocky : Hey, Jin! Francesca too, if you can hear me! I think I've found the tracks of someone!
Jin : Alright, lead the way kid. But stay close, alright ? Francesca, if you see anything, signal us. Or if you see any zombie around here, and can tell they're shamblers, just snipe them off.Rocky ponders this question for a moment, but quickly comes to a discussion. Of course he wanted to help someone! All his brother's ever done is help him, so this young pup had it in his mind that helping someone else is important.
Rocky : I wanna help them! I could probably track them now that I've got their scent, and the Poke Mart is still far away anyway.
The smells of ingredients, liquids, wooden mortars, and so many other tools, all mixed together, for an indescribably combination that gives them... no idea what on earth is/are in there.Without another word, the rock canine began to sniff and the ground, tracking the scent of the survivor, even though this power of fresh snow. Following the footprints and smell, until they trio came across chemical store, named the Carbon Carbink. And someone could be heard inside.
There's a loud thud, as if something heavy were just dropped. A shuffle of booted movement follows, before silence.
Jin : Only one way to find out.Rocky took a sniff in the air before listening to the inside of the store. He didn't smell any zombies, and he didn't hear any zombies. Which, he was thankful for. Jin should know that there at least wasn't a zombie, but the possibility of this furson (Ha! Person expect it's furson! Get it?) being a bandit or raider was still quite high.
Rocky : Jin, I don't smell or hear any zombies... But do you think they're a good person? Like, they aren't a bandit or something?
"Ah, yes, another altruist offering food and shelter to the needy. Plenty of those to go around."
His voice cuts into a distrustful tone.
The pup probably doesn't know, but Jin and Francesca can clearly see the sarcasm in their voice.Rocky : There are?
He turned his head to the side, not knowing these were apparently common place. Not surprising as he'd lived in a Poke Mart all his life. Never going outside unless Crescent was there with him, and never straying far. But now, he's out in the world, and with no real knowledge about it, he couldn't help but feel a bit more curious.
Rocky : Where? I haven't seen any.
Jin and Francesca follow suit, until Rocky stops in his track and looks to a direction, seeing the objective destination in sight. Poke Mart, the name that means a lot to the pup. Where he was raised and grew up with his brother, where much of his childhood was (2 dog years would be normal 9+ years now).The trio continued their trek across the mall city, the snow beginning to become less and less deep the closer they got to the Poke Mart Rocky was leading them too. Soon, the canine Pokémon stopped sniffing the floor and pulled his head up before looking right, seeing his beloved home in the not so far off distance.
Rocky : We're here! We're here!
He began to run up the the market, with no infected being in sight, as they assumedly had already wondered off at some point. It was clear that this was in fact used as a shelter, with windows boarded up with planks of wood, and the door that had what was seemingly broken apart barricades.
Strangely, the sign did read Poke Mart, but there was something else written into it. Basalt and Sons was written atop the large Poke Mart, indicating it was owned by someone with children of their own. What was also quite noticeable was that the S at the end of Sons seemed to have been added awhile after it was placed atop the blue market.
This seemed like a strange request by the taur, but this pup wasn't gonna question it too much. He was home now, after all. And now he could get his toys so he'd have something to play with!Jin : Alright, Rocky. Listen to me very carefully on this. If you see a zombie... call out to them, "Can you understand me ?". The rest, let us handle, alright ?
Jin and Francesca follow Rocky as well. Their weapons are readied, but they need to identify the rapids as fast as they can, as soon as they see one.This seemed like a strange request by the taur, but this pup wasn't gonna question it too much. He was home now, after all. And now he could get his toys so he'd have something to play with!
Rocky : Okay! I guess I can do that.
Without another word Rocky began to run inside the building, not seeing, smelling, or hearing any zombies on the first floor. He thought he could smell something that seemed off, but he didn't really think about it. He walked over to the storeroom door, seeing that'd it's been smashed off it's hinges, thankfully though, all the food was still there and intact. Including his favourite canned hams. Plus a few crates of water bottles too!