Xe looked down at her phone, waiting impatiently. She got another snort in response, and the electric zebra Pokemon shifted to lean father away as he released a soft pulse of electricity. Cynwrig, her Blitzle, was being a real champ, seeing as he had the phone charge cable wrapped around his neck a couple times with one end buried into his fuzzy mane. She pulled on the charge cable, getting a disgruntled snort from the Pokemon that was currently tangled up in said cable. Xe sighed, tapping the black phone screen impatiently again. It seemed silly to be afraid of a little mushroom, but when that mushroom was a genetically modified war experiment that was currently running rampant in her home, and it was known for taking control of the host and literally devouring the brain of the host, plus reanimating the dead… yeah, it was understandable that most people were afraid of a fungus. The forest was not a safe place, it was dark and damp and the perfect place for the fungus to grow. Though, she is kind of thankful Burgh came and stopped her, before she made some stupid decision and lost someone. Her friends were in that forest, she knew it, thats where she got separated from them. Xe was thankful that the gym leader came and found her, but at the same time she wished he had let her search awhile longer. Plus she had to help find the bones that those goons had stolen from the museum. Getting lost in Pinwheel forest didn't help matters, but she had lost her friends in that dark forest, and she had been - still is - determined to find them. She didn't mean to let her phone die, it just happened in the chaos of the past few days. Xe stared anxiously at her phone, waiting for it to charge and wake up. They looked down upon the inhabitants of the hole, the lone girl and her Pokemon who were huddled around the fire, in a place that was just as much their salvation as it was a death trap. The stars twinkled above, shining their dim light through a small hole in the ceiling. It did little to provide comfort, the hole reeked too much of death and decay, of grime and muck and literal shit. The firelight flickered, casting a warm, soft orange glow upon the walls of the hole.
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