How It Spreads

You stood there for a moment, shocked from the news you two just heard. "What? T..that can't be." you say in disbelief. Your mother bows her head as she says "I'm sorry, but it's true." You open your mouth to speak but was cut off when your sister screams, "NO!" as she started running and then jumped into your father's arms. "You can't turn into one of them. You can't!" Your father hugged her back then said softly "We're sorry, but it's too late." he put her down and looked at you, He already knows what you wanted to ask, he started coughing before he continues.

"Do you know how others get infected?" You shake your head. Your father takes a minute to look at your sister before continuing: "It's not pretty. The infected beats their victims first then forces them to either intense procreative actions or ingest large amounts of their fluids. it doesn't matter How they do it or Where it enters, if they do it, you're infected." As he finished you pondered why he put so much emphasis on how and where and then you thought of your encounter with the Semipour. That's when it hit you: The victims were **** by them before turning. That realization made you sick to your stomach, but you simply replied: "I see."

"Even though they can infect other Pokemon and turn them into more of them, physically there's nothing wrong with them, they're still alive. There's no telling how much worse this place is gonna get, so you need to get yourself and your sister to one of the survivor camps safely. I heard one was near Silverhills. You two get there and wait this out.." You start to panic at the thought. "D-Dad, this is a lot to put on. You don't even know where the camp's gonna be." He put his hand on your shoulder. "You can do this Rai. Your a Voltaire (their family name) and a Voltaire can do anything. I wouldn't tell this to you if I didn't had faith in you." Your father then proceeds to take off his medallion and give it to you. His medallion. He told me his father's passed it down to their sons for generations Tears started to form in your eyes. "You can do this. We believe in you." Your mother say with the same trust your father has. With renowned confidence, you wipe away the tears, put on the medallion and say "Alright, I do it. We'll be safe." They put up a small smile and say "We know."