Left to Die: Cream

Cream licked her paws, her pelt as clean as can be. The forest was alive with sounds, rich with life. A stick snapping caught her attention, as she jerked her head around to see a human walking by. How curious, she thought. Cream walked over to the pond, shocked to see the same human bending over adjacent to the next pond over. A slight splash signaled that something was dropped into the water. what could he be doing? She pondered.

A week passed by without anything odd happening, all was going well with no signs of anything out of the ordinary. The forest was still well and rich with life. Until one day, a Pokémon had been acting strangely. They had been stumbling around and looked as if they were crazy. The next day, corpses were found in trees, on the ground, in the ponds. Parts of their bodies had flesh torn off. They looked as if something had mauled them continuously, even after they died.

Cream walked around uneasily, the air thick and the skies overcast. More and more corpses were found with each passing day, without any explanation whatsoever. For all she knew, the killer could be watching her right now. She trodded to the pond, keeping low. The forest was silent, still as can be. Cream stopped in her tracks as she saw a Pokémon bend over by the ponds to drink. It jerked as it drank, twitching, and moving side to side.

It jerked its head over to cream. To her horror, it had a grin stretching across its face, and its eyes looked drained of all sanity. ''Wait, w-what?! All it did was drink from the.. pond...'' The sudden realization struck Cream so hard she stumbled a bit. The pond had been tainted by the human, making whoever drank from it go insane and psychotic. The Pokémon rushed towards her and cut her leg with its claws. She yelped in pain and dashed away. The other Pokémon pursued her and gave chase. She ducked into a bush, the other Pokémon dashing forward, running in the opposite direction.

She had met Violet the Vaporeon, Bouncy the Hoppip, and Gold the Ninetales. They were the few Pokémon who weren't insane or dead. The forest had also begun to rot, as the grass Pokémon weren't nurturing the greenery. Bouncy had recently been burned to death, and she misses her. Bouncy was always so optimistic and cheered Cream up.

Cream walked in the dead silence of the night, the ground cold and crunching beneath her. Suddenly, an Umbreon tackled her from a bush. Cream's yowl in shock was quickly cut off as her throat was slit by a swift claw. Cream lay there, bleeding. She was unable to get up, as the pain was unbearable. Her vision clouded, and it all went black...