Zombies and pokemon geek outs.

[champions_legend]

Characters: Leaf and Ten.
Location: The Town
Time: Zombie O'Clock
Summary: Leaf is fighting Zombies. With Pokemon. Ten geeks out over pokemon.
Warnings: Fighting, dead zombies. Maybe zombification?. Will edit as needed.

Another tongue-click and the zombie was engulfed in flame as her rapidash charged it before wheeling around, this time sparking with electricity. One wild charge later and the thing was a charred cinder on the ground, the animal wheeling around with a neigh as ears flickered.

“Good.” She didn’t look at the remains though. The stench of charred flesh mingling in the air around her was enough to make anyone sick. Though, Leaf simply held her head up high, unwilling – unable – to allow it to get to her. Weakness on the battlefield was intolerable.

“Let’s go. There’ll be more around somewhere. What she didn’t say was that she hopped to find somewhere she could take a breather from the fighting. Or, failing that, find another living soul. Anything to tell her that she wasn’t alone in all of this. 

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[bit_impossible]

Anyone who knew the Doctor knew that one of the things he did quite a lot was run. He loved running for many, extremely varied reasons, but in this particular case, it was because he'd had to do it numerous times to save his life. And today was no different. The zombies really seemed to like him.

He did look a sight, though. He'd been in the clinic when the attack started, and knowing the others would need help, he tied a couple bed sheets around his torso, stuffed his pockets with medical supplies, and grabbed an IV stand he could use to defend himself. He didn't like using it, though. He knew all the people there at one point in time, even if they were fake.

But he also knew this wasn't the first time odd things happened in the town. What he couldn't figure out was who. Who was behind it all this time? Did Filippo Resarci return?

There wasn't any time to think about that right now, or rather, not actively, so he pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind--just in time for him to catch sight of fire.

"Hold on..." he muttered to himself, squinting. "It's...moving?!"

By that point, he'd gotten close enough to see that it was, indeed, a horse. Yet it wasn't in pain because of the fire, which wasn't all that abnormal in his experience, though it was unexpected to see right then and there. He then noticed a young woman with the horse.

"Oi!" he shouted, glancing quickly over his shoulder at the small zombie horde chasing after him, then back at the stranger. "Run!"