Fatal encounter...

Stranger Danger

Just as you are about to bite into a large, red berry, you feel a pat on your head, followed by a slight feeling of wetness. You bring a paw up to wipe away the drop as you look upwards just in time to catch another drop of drool on your muzzle. Your eyes go wide as you stare into the purple gaze of an obviously hungry Treecko. You bolt upright as the feral pounces, just barely avoiding his slobbering maw. He crashes into the bark where you just were a moment ago and growls as he regains his footing. You put ground between the both of you as he struggles to rise, putting your back to the open air. You chance a look downward and gauge that while the fall isn't deadly, it will most certainly tip the odds against you.

With nowhere to run, you raise both your hands in front of your chest and ball them, determined to make this grass-type earn his meal. The infected looks at your posture and lunges with abandon at you, apparently accepting the challenge. With amazing speed and dexterity, the crazed gecko spins itself just before slamming into you, opting to swipe its large tail at you. You smack the tail aside and press the attack before it can recover. With a snarl of your own, you throw your left fist at him directly, hoping to keep him off balance as you prepare your right hook. Your gamble pays off as he is unable to react in time. Your punch catches him hard in the cheek, stealing a cry of pain. You kick out with one foot and land the blow just above his stomach. With his sternum bruised, he wheezes and stumbles.

Your thoughts of victory are interrupted as you see the Treecko’s foot slip from the branch causing him to pitch out sending his into a plummet towards the ground. Cursing as you go, you dive after him and attempt to keep his head from smashing into the dirt below. The landing is messy for both of you and while you were able to escape serious injury, it's all you can do to stave of the blackness dancing around the edge of your vision. You wonder what caused you to try and save the infected. You have no doubt that the creature would never even think of doing the same for you.

Your pained thoughts are **** to the back of your mind as you hear the grass-type stir to your right. With your bones aching and your head pounding, you are just able to **** yourself to your knees before the infected is once again walking toward you. Panting hard and mentally screaming at your muscles to respond, you just manage to sway back and forth before the ever closing gecko. You flinch as it's soft hand cups your chin, draw your gaze up to his own. Your heart sinking and your body going limp in his grasp, you know your decision to play the hero has cost you dearly. Even through this admission of defeat, you are still able to notice that this infected is not gloating in victory or even smiling. He proceeds to glance between you and the place where the both of you landed, seemingly piecing together what you had done. Finally, he kneels along with you, staring deeply into your eyes, deciding your fate.