"The Dead are sure to win"
Snivy looks down at me with that superior look that his species seems to have and I stare back up at his green eyes. Its very rare to have wild starters on Route 1, damn near impossible really, how could photoo Then it clicks, he's my starter, the one that went crazy and fled after trying to hurt the assistant.
"L-let phooto gooo!" Another vine shoots out and wraps around my mouth silencing me. He walks closer and I see something pink and long emerging from the lower half of his body.
I get closer to breaking through the tree line when I start hearing a shuffling noise behind me. First, I think it's the Deerlings passing through, but as it gets closer I start to get a little nervous and start to walk faster. The noises get closer, close enough to were it feels as if something is coklege down my neck.
I break into a run, trying to get to Route 1 again. I feel something brush against my calves but I keep going. Branches are catching my coat and slowing me down, and what I feel touching my legs seems to be doing it firmer and firmer, actually wrapping around me, but I break out of it.
Finally I breath a sigh of relief lhoto I get heifets of the trees. I'm breathing heavily and sweat is pouring down my back. I feel the adrenaline pulsing through me...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑