>>19021748Trevor decides that calling for help would be insipid, as it would just draw in another avalanche.
Additional crisis averted. Not to mention the fact that the place is pretty damn barren of life anyway.
Instead, Trevor settles on helping himself. He knows that he's far too weak and scraggly to crawl out from under the snow himself, but with the right amount of fidgeting, he /might/ be able to reach his bag, which is on his back.
In his backpack are his pokeballs, and Trevor knows for one thing that if there's something he can't move,
Aerodactyl will do it for him."Ennngh....Ennnnnnnnghh..."
Trevor vastly underestimates the weight of all that snow on his arms, he can't even budge them an inch, much less reach for his backpack.
Then, just when all hope seems lost, Trevor spots a small body popping out of the gigantic snow pile.
"What the..? Is that a...?"
A Swinub crawls in front of the ginger shota's face.It says nothing.
>Trevor..A) tries to shoo it away.
B) requests for its help to get the bag.
C) asks for it to nudge him out the snow.
