T.V. Dinner

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He ran as fast as he could into the night, letting the glock fire a few rounds behind him down the alley. He had no idea how far back they were and there was no time to spare. Stuffing the glock into his pants he hopped onto a dumpster to clear the rusty chain-link fence that blocked his path. His jump down was not as smooth as he had hoped. He half twisted his ankle but staggered onward. He looked around and found himself in the middle of the square. The giant statue of Pikachu loomed over him, lit up only by the occasional lightning that struck it. He snorted indignantly at the sight of it. The irony was not lost upon him. He winced suddenly and fell to his knee. He could hear the blood thirsty, inhuman screams of Ash, Misty and Brock coming closer and closer. Dragging his nearly useless leg, he stumbled as close to the feet of the statue as he could and propped himself up against it, in order to face his pursuers. He gazed into the stormy sky and thought about what they had done to Jessie. He closed his eyes as he knew what they would do to him if they caught him alive too. It was all crashing down around him. The plan was so flawless. When they broke into Professor Oak's lab to steal the Pokemon, they didn't expect to find him ripped to shreds by the zombie corpses of Ash, Misty, and Brock, the victims of a science experiment gone horribly wrong. He could hear them crashing through the night after him. Closer. They would be here soon. He looked down at his weapon. His clip was empty but there was one in the chamber. As a tear slid down his cheek, he lifted the gun to his head. "Well," he said meekly, "Team Rocket is blasting off again." He closed his eyes, thought of Jessie one last time, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He tried again. Again, nothing. He checked the safety. The gun was jammed. A disheveled Misty, sporting a large gash on the side of her head, flew over the fence. She was quickly followed by Ash, covered in blood, whose arm seemed to hang lifeless at his side. His gargled howl pierced the night air. Brock smashed through the fence. Most of the skin on his face appeared to be burnt off. His eye's glinted in the night sky as he lumbered towards the statue. As Misty reached him first, he tried to bat her off with the butt of the gun. He hit her squarely on the jaw and sent her sprawling backwards. Ash ignored her and jumped unnaturally high into the air and crashed down onto him, immediately biting into his brain and tearing into his chest with his bare hands. James' screams echoed into the night as all three fed upon his flesh like a pack of hungry wolves.