The scent of rotting flesh lingered in the evening. A sky once full of a never-ending blue was slowly starting to succumb to the oranges, purples, and yellows that the lowering sun brought. It was beautiful. Despite the knowledge that there were undead trumping around everywhere, the sight of such a peaceful sunset could warm the heart if anyone willing to stop and watch it fall. Unfortunately, the event that followed always seemed to put fear in the living: darkness. A black abyss devoured the world once the sun lowered itself beyond the horizon. It left a playground for the dead; it gave them the stealth they needed in order to rip their pray limb from limb. Even when he was alive, Reed had enjoyed the night. It was probably the only piece of himself that hadn't been stripped from him when he had turned.
He sat statue-like, glazed eyes watching the light narrow, and as darkness consumed the world around him, there were no feelings of joy or solace at the sight of such beauty. He didn't need to worry about the epidemic. After all, he was one of them. (Not like he was actually aware of this.) The littlest bit of instinct he had left was to search for a beating heart, rip it out, maybe eat it, and then repeat the pattern all over again. That was all he had to do nowadays...but still, there had always been something about the sunset that made him quiet. It made him stop and stare, as though he were watching an old memory succumb to the darkness.
At Reed's paws lay a rotting corpse. An untimely death fell upon a wandering Pokemon whose body had been sliced into ribbons. It was to hard for anyone to identify now, for the Arcanine had been indulging himself on the sweet flesh that stuck itself to the bones of the creature. All around him lay droplets of scarlet. There was even a path of crimson leading from the pond where the once-living Fire-type had brutally wounded his victim, then proceeded to drag it, still alive, to the spot he sat now. Afterwards, bit by bit, Reed began to eat it while slowly ripping apart its still-living flesh. The screaming had been nothing more than a deaf whisper to the Arcanine's ears. He was an Infected. He had no sense of understanding for pleas or cries for mercy. What remained of the creature was nothing more than a hollow soul inside a decaying body.
Reed tore his eyes away from the sunset to take another mouthful of his prey. He shredded a piece of meat through his jagged teeth and gulped down the scraps of flesh. Just sitting there was making him restless. He hungered for more flesh...no, not even that! He was just dying to hear a bloodcurdling scream as his fangs ripped through skin and muscle, severing tendons as the other fought. The single memory of such an event made his mangled body shiver. He wanted more blood. Even if he wasn't going to eat the remains, he wanted to toy with the living. The sounds of their beating hearts brought him excitement as he listened to them slow to a stop. The joy it brought was simply unexplainable.
Reed stood and made his way past the corpse. His body was full of muscle, most of which could clearly be seen thanks to how many wounds he had. (That, and much of his fur had fallen off along with decaying heaps of his flesh.) His face was a gnarled mess: more than half had been beaten away thanks to slamming his victims against the ground. His left ear was completely gone, and both his eyeballs were no longer guarded by meaty lids. They were constantly open, constantly watching for new prey. Through his turning, his claws and teeth had become jagged, sharpened to the point where he could slice through rocks. He was a walking factory of mayhem just waiting to be released, and as he wandered the Ruins of Alph, he would, without a doubt, found him something new to sink his claws into.
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