The Quest for Two

Leaning against the town entrance gate, you had waited outside as Jackal gathered all the supplies he needed to travel the land with. Looking up from the dirt path, you spot the scuttering Typhlosion approach you from the town with a pillar of smoke trailing out of it from you past fight. There wasn't much you could do for the town, and seeing that it may sadly burn down, it could've been an improvement to the hellish sights one could see and ponder about. Jackal was still wearing the orange bandanna on his left arm and carrying a brown satchel bag filled with what you had suggested. You stand off the fence to meet him.

“Looks like you’re ready.” You point out with a smile. He nods, and with that, the two of you continue on your way! You unintentionally gained a traveling companion in what seemed like a battle to the **** about an hour, which made you think about the turn of strange events held out for your future on this campaign. The two of you go down the dirt path that led out from the mournful remains of Jade Gorge with your heads held up high. Along the way, Jackal asks you, “So, where exactly are we headed next?”

“We’re following this dirt path until we reach another town. It has to lead somewhere, right?” You answer right away. It was true you had no idea where you were going, but you were bound to run into at least some kind of civilization or infection-informed person. Jackal nods to the proposition as the both of you travel along through the valley, passing through forests and across rivers, and luckily not meeting any hungry infected. But speaking of which, you turn to Jackal during your adventure, "Jackal, you wouldn't know how the infection spreads to pokemon, would you?"

He shrugs, "Not really actually. I've never seen someone turn into a feral...I think I remember one guy saying that if a feral scratches you it causes the infection to spread into you, but maybe he was just talkin' out of his ass to try and scare me."

You tilt your head, "And have you been scratched by a feral?"

He grunts, "Psh, plenty of times, but that...was a long time ago...sooo..." Well that threw that hypothesis away.

After walking and giving small talk for a few hours, the two of you set camp in an opening of trees. Lighting a small fire, you sit down atop a stump and you begin cooking a bowl of berries, letting the delicious scent fill your hungry nostrils. A growl rumbles for a meal since you haven't eaten all day, and with the previous morning dispute you spent wrestling with Jackal, you could use some energy for your system. Jackal was down on his rear upon the grass, tugging at his bandanna tightly wound over his injury.

"If you keep playing with it, you may make the wound worse, you know. You don't want to reopen it or irritate it." You suggest to him. He reluctantly releases the cloth with a grumpy scowl.

The Typhlosion sneers, "Well it's damn good at irritating me."

"Some lunch can take your mind off of it. You hungry? It'll be ready in a few minutes." You prod the mashed mixture of food with a stick as it heats up in its bowl above the fire.

“Fuck it, as long as I’m still waiting for that to cook, I’m gonna take a wizz.” Jackal says while turning away, walking behind some trees. As you check the pot, you suddenly heard a rustle in the leaves off the distance, and it certainly wasn't coming from the direction Jackal left in. This noise was behind you. Jumping up and staying alert, you scan the trees around you, searching for the noise. Just then, something appears from the bushes, revealing...