Who: Matt Engarde and Shelly de Killer.
Where: Route 44.
When: July 25th, early evening.
Summary: Shelly finally catches up to his target on Route 44. Unpleasant things happen.
Rating: PG-13, maybe? Depends on how violent this gets... I'll change the rating later if I have to.
Log:
Once the sun started setting, Matt figured it was time to start setting up camp for the night. He was exhausted from walking in the heat all day, and even though he had his newly evolved Croconaw by his side to spray his face with water when he needed it, it still wasn't really enough. They managed to find a decent camping spot that was out of the way of the path, so Matt put his bag down on the ground and laid out his sleeping bag. He had a stable supply of food on him, but he preferred to save it for the Ice Path, since there definitely wouldn't be anything growing in there that he could eat; on Route 44, however, there was. That's why when he finished setting up camp, Matt told his Croconaw, "Stay here. I'm going to go find some berries." The Pokémon nodded in response and made himself comfortable on his trainer's sleeping bag as Matt turned around to go raid the nearby berry trees. As he did, he felt a strange ominous feeling, as if something bad was going to happen soon. Matt did his best to ignore it and picked as many safe berries as he could find, convincing himself that he was just being paranoid. Even if he did actually have a good reason to be.