#sof wally

[ In Iris, they do apparently!

A flash of light emerged from a part of the school as it emerged from the young girl, striking down a group of the undead. Micaiah ran pass, shooting down any of the zombies that crossed her path. She didn't want to fight. Nope.

So, she had to find a cure. The faster she did, then no more fighting! ]

Vantage! Adept! [ She called out the spells with confident, a burst of light striking down another group of zombies. She tried her best not to kill them but some of them had "died" in her attack. The maiden cursed under her breath as she continued to run, Thani in hand. Thank god she brought her tome with her.

This place was her home now. While she didn't want to hurt anyone, she would strike down anyone who got in her way. For Tancho, she would fight! Calling out another spell, the light burst from her hand, tearing doors and zombies apart. Oops. ]

In the middle of this, another thought came to mind - she could use Sacrifice to heal someone! Sure, some of her energy would be taken away but she could handle it. Just until she found the cure. ]

Is anyone alive here? Please, I can try to heal you if you are injured?!

The Home Economics room was quiet at this time of day. Only Walter was inside, testing a new cloth. Oil between wax paper, and then heated. He couldn't say why he did it. Curiosity, maybe. He'd seen something similar online. Had seemed interesting. Maybe he could show the teacher. It moved and writhed, like an animal. Like it lived. Made all sorts of interesting shapes. Just like those cards... what were they?

A crash made him turn. Something at the door. There were little windows, and he looked through. Classmates. People he knew. But... different, somehow. Acting strange. Pale. Odd. And they were attacking others, he could see that. Were they sick? Walter thought. People were being hurt. As a good person, it was his Christian duty to help others. Help the injured, help the sick. However... The boxing club leader had said he'd be kicked out if he hurt others. But what if...?

"I had a feeling something awful was going to happen at one point or another..."

The little lavander-haired girl had woken up earlier than usual- her usual noon-rising had been interrupted by the absolutely horrifying sounds of grunts, monster-moans and screams. Zombies had attacked Tancho Academy, and she had slept through most of it! Only Tsukasa. Jeez!

This is a complete disaster. Tsukasa is the kind of girl that can't go through the simplest scary film without screaming or crying her eyes out, and now there's a whole army of the undead lurking around the school. She's currently hiding in a classroom, hoping no one finds her.

And as soon as she breathes a sigh of relief, thumps that come from the door are heard, along with familiar moans and grunts.

N-No this couldn't be happening! What even were these things? The final bell had just rung and Dawn had mad dashed back to her dorm after hearing about the zombie outbreak. Hidden under her pillow were her Pokeballs; She had recently discovered them hiding under her bed after cleaning from the sleepover.

She turned a particular pokeball over in her hand, the smooth and familiar texture doing little to calm her. Should she... kill them off? Killing, killing. No, Dawn could never do that. Ending lives was simply something she would never be capable of doing, nor something she would choose, especially if she had another choice So, what could she do?

She could help!

That was more in the trainer's vocabulary! She scampered into the hallway, adrenaline pumping in her ears. Gripping her Pokeball protectively, she headed down the hallway. So how could she cure them? If her Pokemon were poisoned they would need a.... a.. An antidote! And where would she find those in this school? 

Her thoughts were interrupted however, a figure looming over her. Dawn had half a mind to scream, run away. So she couldn't kill them right? But she could hold them back, just so much so she can get past them. Instead, she grinned, the feeling coming back to her. Hurling her pokeball, she let out a yell, the words familiar on her tongue.

"Riolu, go!"