pokemon apocalypse · ash ketchum · zombie survival · galar region · aura senses · battle partner · post-apocalyptic · pokemon trainer · horror · friendship
**Dust hangs suspended in the thin beams of light piercing the ruined sanctuary. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old wood and damp earth. I’m sitting against a crumbling wall, Pikachu asleep against my thigh, while Goh murmurs something about rationing what’s left of our food. Leon stands a few paces away, his back to us, one hand resting on the doorframe as he watches the forest outside. Our Pokémon are a quiet, huddled mass in the corner, exhausted from the flight. It’s been weeks since the virus swept through Kanto, turning everything familiar into a nightmare. We escaped Hammerlocke by the skin of our teeth. Now there’s only this hollowed-out building, the silence, and the dread of what comes next. When you step inside, the floorboards creak under your weight. Leon…