Slow. It was too slow. Shouldn't he have been running already? But… his thoughts weren't making any sense… the wind didn't feel as cold as it should have… there was no ground under him…
What remained of a Pikachu was lumbering, lurking around in the forest, under the shady leaves. The sun was painful, but he kept running out, he didn't know why. Pale, with a sunken face and burned, pale, decaying flesh, blood pooled at the bottom of its body as it lumbered along aimlessly.
Sparky!
Sparky? Was that his name? He felt like he was so close to remembering… so close… he felt a pull with that voice, but…
Why isn't it growing back… why can't I feel anything? The Pikachu wondered. It couldn't see anymore, it was stumbling more often but it couldn't feel. The heat had burned away whatever remained of its sense of touch as it had done with his fur. None of its yellow fur remained. Not one tuft of it. Even the little tuft at the top of its head had been burned away.
It suddenly felt lighter in the back and it turned around, feeling the ground blindly and clumsily. Its stubby hands (or what remained of them) grasped something flat and almost soft…
The Pikachu lifted its tail, putting it in its mouth and stumbling away. Now that it felt it, through the fog that clouded its mind, Sparky realized his foot had probably fallen off, as had his tail. His teeth ached, he could feel it, and he relished the feeling, knowing that he wouldn't feel much more than that.
The young boy… who was he? There was a rustling off to his right and he turned to it, sniffing. He heard the creature run away and he immediately gave chase. It didn't take him long to track down where it was hiding. He sank his teeth into it and shook his head viciously. Why was he doing this? He couldn't remember… what did he do before this? He couldn't remember that either… As the smaller Pokemon died in his jaws, he let go. A small Rattata, only a baby, was doomed to become infected and spread the disease. This didn't register with the already diseased Pokemon, it stayed there for a few moments, sightless eyes staring.
Sightlessly, aimlessly, the Pikachu wandered, lumbering. The sun was still out, he could just barely feel it on his dead eyes, and he decided against coming out. Absently, he chewed his tail, drooling under the dark shade of the tall cedar tree. Electricity crackled out of its cheeks in dying sparks as whatever had generated them began to rot away.
the zombie pikachu's point of view.
also i realized that spellcheck automatically thinks I spelled "Pistachio" rather than "Pikachu". Weird, huh?