The Art of Raiding
Aeris1172
I
awoke as soon as I felt a snake slither near. I pulled out my gun, tumbled
backwards and shot. It was dead.
“Misty? Ash? Brock? Hello?” I stood up and
kicked the dead snake away. The dark consumed the entire area, making it very
difficult to find the people who had come along with me. I set down my bag and
pulled out a flashlight to investigate the dark, damp area that I was situated
in. As soon as I switched it on, I heard a bloodcurdling scream, coming from
ahead.
Misty.
I
rushed ahead, tripping with almost every step I took. When I arrived, there was
a squirrel, sitting near Misty and looking at her. All of a sudden, I burst out
laughing at Misty’s pitiful reason to scream.
“Misty! It’s a SQUIRREL! Don’t worry. They
don’t hurt, unless you mess with their nuts.” Misty gave me a disgusted look.
“You’re so perverted, do you know that?” My
jaw dropped.
“No, nuts are like… crunchy… things…” I
said, sputtering, trying to find the right words. There was a groan from Misty’s
left. I shined my flashlight over to whatever it was.
Ash.
Misty rushed over to Ash and kneeled over him. Ash opened his eyes, to
see Misty.
“Are… you… an…. Angel?” Misty laughed and
smiled.
“Ash, it’s me! It’s Misty.” Ash gaped.
“Oh my god. YOU’RE DEAD TOO?! Oh cruel
twists of fate, why have we died?!” Misty stood up and kicked him in the side.
“Owwww, ow, ow…” Ash groaned, grasping his
side. (Yup, same ol’ Misty!)
“Guys? Maybe we should get out of here,” I
exclaimed, brushing off the feeling that someone was watching us… Like a camera…
“B-b… We haven’t found Brock yet!”
“I mean, do we really need him?” I joked.
“He’s the only one that can cook,” Explained
Ash. Good point, I thought. Now where could ‘MR. MARTHA STEWART’ be?
Ok, so it’s short. EXTREMELY short. Sorry! I
like to thank everyone who sent me reviews, and encouraged me. If I hadn’t had
it, I would have stopped writing!!! Unless… Some of you WANT me to stop
writing. (Insert goodbye speech here) NOT! ^_^ Have a nice life!
Best regards,
Aeris1172