Chapter 3
As the pair crept into the cave, the stench grew unbearable. Inflaming their nostrils, it made both Ninetails and Tim want to puke. Ninetails had an undeniable urge to leave the cave. Yet, to her annoyance, Tim only ventured further. And the storm wasn't much help either. With the amount of rain that had begun pour, she would only make it a dozen yards before she'd collapse.
Tim came upon a turn at the end of the cave. Tim paused, then glanced around the corner. Ninetails heard a shocked gasp. Tim rapidly twisted back around, his face pale. Ninetails looked up at him with concern. She already knew what was beyond the door. Still, she felt a prickle of curiosity. And she needed it satisfied.
As she began to walk forward, Tim threw her a warning glance. Don't look. She hesitated. Then quickly stole a peek. The sight took her breath away, and her blood turned cold.
Two bodies lay there, both of them Pokemon. There was a blue body, with its jaw nearly blown off by some type of explosion in its mouth. It was a lucario. The next dead Pokemon made her gasp. The second corpse lay on a dirt bed, with it's arms clawed to shreds, and its three claws on one arm was buried deep inside his chest. Blood had spilled everywhere, and it trickled evenly from his mouth. This Pokemon was a zoroark.
And the stench. Oh, it was horrid. The smell of rotting flesh is never a pleasant smell. She gagged. Then she yipped in fear as her master's hand yanked her by her collar, startling her.
Tim ran frantically towards the mouth of the cave. This time, Ninetails didn't hesitate. She bolted down the long corridor along side Tim, the image of the two dead Pokemon etched in her mind, making her stomach turn.
When the pair made it to the mouth of the cave, they were in for a very big disappointment. A very big, very terrifying disappointment. The moment Tim's foot went out the cave, a huge bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, enshrouding it and the vicinity in bolts of electricity. The tree caught fire but, thankfully for the pouring rain, didn't spread to other trees.
The rain seemed like Arceus above was pouring an enormous bucket of water down onto Earth; Tim and Ninetails could only see a few dozen meters in front of them.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, Tim thought. They were stuck, in a cave, in the middle of a storm, in the woods, with two bodies. Tim shuddered, and Ninetails looked equally discouraged.
Tim looked at her, then back out in the storm. A hell of a wait this'll be…
Again, both a thank you to all reading, and an apology for this chapter being so short. I have been lacking on proofreading and editing my chapters. I will work harder on that.
-S.R.