C26: Really sorry, my internet service provider is inept. I won't mention them by name, because that could be counted as slander, let's just say they're British and they work in telecoms. If I do refer to them again I will only do so by initials.

Anyhop, I've been wondering about this chapter (probably because I don't have a fucking clue how to end this story) but just to clear up something said in the reviews, Loreli is not infected; you need to draw blood and Loreli hasn't, she has broken her arm and is dragging Lance out who is infected (does that even work?) after shooting it to pieces (SHE HAS A FUCKING BROKEN ARM! FOR GOD'S SAKE!)

This IS the last chapter; I've decided to edit my epilogue into it. Mainly because I have more fics to start, so if you think this ending is abrupt please tell me

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Chapter 21: Apocalypse

Loreli

Desperately dragging Lance with my right arm and ignoring the numbed pain in the other one I pulled him out of the lift through the slush of water that had recently drained from the basement floor one. Everything was falling to pieces around me, machinery was exploding and I could hear the sound of Pokemon fleeing the facility above me. I wouldn't be able to make it to the surface across the wrecked bridge with Lance, I'd have to get to the lift platform and go straight up from there.

We passed the shrivelled Rhydon corpses, past the suffocated Gyrados bodies and out of the front entrance kissing goodbye to Beta section. As we reached the outside corridor I collapsed against a wall letting Lance fall to the floor. This was hopeless, I would either have to leave Lance here and bear the guilt of being responsible for his death or just stay and die with him.

"Loreli?" I leapt up as the words escaped his mouth, Lance hoisted himself up by his elbows into a sitting position but instantly fell again as more blood gushed from his chest.

"Lance, stay for a minute" I drew a roll of bandage from a pocket, now we had Lance awake it might be easier to escape. I unzipped his jacket and tore strips of bandages and patched the wounds as best as I could with the use of one hand and my mouth, if only he could walk.

"Okay Lance" I began as I finished with the last indent in his skin "if you can walk that would be great" as I finished my sentence Lance pushed himself up, gritting his teeth hoping the bandages would hold and within seconds was on his feet.

"What the hell?" he muttered drearily, but I cut him off.

"No time to explain, we've gotta get out of here, the place is gonna explode" Lance nodded without answering and we set off in the direction of the lift, I was walking at a slowed pace to keep up with Lance's hobbling. Maybe we would get out after all.

Lance

It seemed years ago that we fought XG and entered Beta section but we passed all our checkpoints without much thought, who would want to remember? Within forty five minutes we reached the lift and Loreli set it to go up towards freedom.

I collapsed onto the grating floor; the walk back had taken a lot from me.

"It should explode in two minutes so the force should be enough to blast us up through the ground, just huddle into a ball under the control box and we should be fine" she explained. I knew this was the end for me though. Inside she probably knew I was mutating, I could feel the P virus spreading through my system, within seconds I would be a monster.

"Loreli!" I yelled, she turned to me as I spoke "get under the control box, now!"

Loreli

I could see it now; his hands exploded sending a shower of flesh splattering to the lift floor, out of which came two yellow claws that told me what has happening. I didn't stop, I didn't look back, I crawled under the control box and drew my pistol. It was aimed at his head which had now become that of a giant Pikachu. The flesh on his legs shattered revealing shorter stubbier yellow ones. Once he had transformed into a fully fledged Mon I fired, not knowing, not even caring whether I killed him or not, it didn't matter anymore.

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The lab below us erupted into a shower of fire like a volcanic magma; all that protected me was the slab of metal beneath the control box which I could feel melting away as the lift was blasted up. The centre of the lift burned up and Lance's Pikachu form melted within seconds. I held my breath as the lift was sent flying through the surface of the ground and into the skies of Viridian city.

The lift crash landed in a field a few yards away, all that hand protected me was the steel control box.

I crawled out from under it with my still functional hand and dragged myself to my feet. Even now that everything had come to an end I could tell that my life would never be the same again…

Three months later

Jesse

Our team disembarked from the helicopter on Cinnabar Island to find barely any life. Our aim was to find life of any kind be it human or Pokemon, that was all. We split up and I headed for the abandoned lab, if anyone had survived it would be those that stayed in the darkness. I searched down there for hours until I reached where Doomsday had been rumoured to have been kept.

I entered the room cautiously seeing the smashed tank at the end of the room and the shelves devoid of P-virus samples. Then I heard a yelp and noticed a creature cowering in the corner. I was about to fire then I realised what it was. The Houndoom was severely starved and looked about ready to die, before it uttered the two words.

"Help me"

To be continued…?

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