"M-my name is Dawn. I'm the last of the survivors in Jubilife. Please, I beg of you, if there's a safe haven out there … Please respond." Third person, no worries. Game universe. What's the recipe for disaster? Pokemon + zombies!

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Hello, I'm Puzzled Pieces!

This is my second fic on this account. I've gotten better at writing, hopefully c:

If it seems like I've stolen the idea from someone, I haven't. It's a pretty generic idea. I apologize for any unintentionally-caused anger.

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"M-my name is Dawn. I'm the last of the survivors in Jubilife. Please, I beg of you, if there's a safe haven out there … Please respond."

Dawn took a deep, shuddering breath as she disconnected from Jubilife TV's transmitter, removing the heavy headset from her ears. A silent prayer was sent to Arceus for her mother's strict coaching on utilizing electronics correctly; who knew that operating a radio tower would be similar to the Infared option on the Xtransceiver? Then again, thinking about her mother – or anyone she knew, really – twisted a red-hot spade of agony deep into her guts, so the young Trainer quickly changed the topic in her head.

Survival. Right.

As she stumbled out of the recording studio, Dawn was attacked by a bout of light-headedness and was forced to grab onto a nearby table for assistance. A concerned Pachirisu, which had watched her transmit the message to open radio stations from behind the glass, quickly hopped to Dawn's ankles and licked the young girl's exposed leg.

"I'm fine, Pachirisu," Dawn assured the electric rodent, a faint smile gracing her lips. The blood rush resulting from her glance down at Pachirisu coaxed a contradictory groan from her throat. "I'm … I'm fine."

Unconvinced by its Trainer's weak attempts at reassurance, Pachirisu leapt onto the table upon which Dawn was leaning and hopped onto the girl's shoulders, playfully tugging at Dawn's scarf. The Pokemon's antics elicited a small giggle from the Trainer, who finally burst out into laughter and managed to collect herself. "Aw, okay, okay, Pachirisu! I'm fine. Really!"

Survival. Survival. Don't do this for yourself, Dawn, because you'll give up too easily.

Do it for your Pokemon.

Do it for the ones who still persist.

At last persuaded of its Trainer's well-being, Pachirisu jumped gracefully off of Dawn's shoulders and landed on the table again, tugging impatiently at one of the young girl's fingers. When it got Dawn's attention, it indicated pointedly at its empty mouth.

"Food. Right," muttered Dawn, turning away to forage around in a cabinet. They'd run out of rations a mere three days ago, and already the pangs of hunger were taking their toll. She wished bitterly that she hadn't so stupidly consumed her Poffins and berries in the first couple of weeks; she had childishly thought that the officials would take care of it all soon. How very wrong she was.

"Pachirisu, there's nothing here," Dawn admitted at last, having ripped open the cabinet for the fifth time within the half-hour. Despair clouded her mind again, and she sank to the floor, cupping her face in her hands. She felt like she was trapped in a foggy pit with the walls closing in on her, and it was the worst feeling she knew that any human being could experience in their lifetime.

Frowning, the Pachirisu hopped off of the table and bounded over to its Trainer. Though it couldn't understand what Dawn was saying, her wobbly tone and frightened sobbing made her emotions clear. Pachirisu gently nuzzled Dawn's elbow, causing the young girl to cry harder and hug the electric squirrel to her chest. Put off by this display of affection, Pachirisu mewled and did the only thing it could to comfort its owner; it licked her face with a small, pink tongue. When Dawn's tears refused to subside, Pachirisu hopefully tugged at her scarf again.

"Oh, Pachirisu," Dawn managed to say, eyes squeezed shut as she hugged the Electric type closer to her chest. "Please, please, please don't leave me, Pachirisu."

"Pachi, pachi," the Pokemon replied consolingly, tiny tongue darting out once more to lap up Dawn's tears. "Pachirisu."

Heaving a stuttering breath, Dawn released the Pokemon and smiled at it through a haze of tears. "Y – you're right, Pachirisu. I'm being silly," the young Trainer declared shakily, rising to her feet once more. "E-Empoleon's still here, just a little injured, and we still have Buneary, too. The Musketeers, the old crew, back together again, h-huh?"

"Pachi," Pachirisu replied earnestly, hopping up and down. For a fragile, vulnerable moment, Dawn believed that everything would be all right – that the world could be fixed and whole again.

BOOM!

The explosion wracked Jubilife TV from its foundations to the TV aerial atop the structure, and it sent Dawn, Pachirisu, and a good collection of heavy furniture crashing to the floor. Small scream stifled by her fall, Dawn instinctively brought her bare arms up to protect her head, panic paralyzing her.

She stayed on the floor, frozen, head inches away from a shattered case of records, waiting for another tremor to seize the building. When none came, she scrambled to her feet, Pachirisu following its owner's example. Dawn carefully, quietly made her way over to the bulletproof windows of the TV tower – ever since the Team Galactic event, Jubilife TV had taken precautions – and peered down, thanking the heavens that there were tinted windows.

That explosion hadn't been an arbitrary one. It was one of the land mines that Professor Birch had set up around the tower to prevent one of them from getting too close to Jubilife TV. "Nothing can get past these mines," the Professor said confidently, winking. "Even an armored Aggron couldn't withstand an explosion at a close proximity. Armored Aggron? Clever alliteration, but isn't that a bit redundant?"

"Nothing can get past these mines," Dawn repeated shakily. Pachirisu chirped softly and joined her at the window. It was hard to see what was going on down there through all the settling debris and smoke and dust, but it was clearing. Squinting, Dawn went as close to the window as she dared without pressing her cheek up against it and exposing herself.

Nothing can get past these –

"What was that?"

Something was moving.

Cupping a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, Dawn scrambled away from the window, tripping over an overturned chair in the process. She landed on the floor with a solid thump, her Pachirisu tagging alongside her anxiously.

She had seen something down there.

And it had seen her.

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