The SAFARI Team

As the equine landed, the sickening sound of snapping bone and tearing flesh resounded in the tyranitars ears, awakening his bloodlust. The dark colossus breathed in deeply, and slowly let out the air in a sinister, reverberating growl. The horses' leg had been ripped from its' socket, and its' other leg and lower back were contorted in an unnatural fashion, bones jutting every which way through the gore. The mountain of a creature slowly stomped forward, the ground quaking underneath his feet as he approached the whimpering horse with glowing red eyes and a soul-piercing grin.

"This is what must replace all hope..." he growled, his voice deep and ragged. His vicious grin grew larger as he stood over the broken Rapidash, his jowls dripping with blood and saliva. The hunger grew larger inside of him, overcoming his senses as he looked down upon the weak creature at his feet, its large, gelatinous eyes glistening with pure terror.

“No, no no no no no NO NO, Stay away!” It cried pathetically, its panic-stricken body scrambling like an awkwark Krabby. The Tyranitar cackled and laughed at the ridiculous sight, letting the crippled creature scramble a few feet away from him.
“Stop! Stop dammit!”
"Ha, ha hah! Even in your pathetic form, you wish to carry on..." He snarled, his lips pulling from his shark-like fangs as he stomped forward and crushed the horses' hind leg underneath his enormous foot, keeping it from moving any further. The Rapidash whinnied in frantic pain as the crunch of his bones sounded underneath the harbingers claw. The Tyranitar hunched over, violently grabbing the horse by the jaw and turning it backwards to look at him. Bones cracked and tissue ripped, but the Tyranitar held its' gaze. "There's something you should know before you die..." He whispered, his chilling and empty gaze cutting into the terrified horse. "...There never was any hope...you were always meant to die like this...a worthless...powerless....waste of flesh..."

And with a sudden twist, he ripped the horses' head from the remainder of its' body, the spine making slurps and squeaks as it slid through the tendons and flesh on its' way out. As the Tyranitar held the dying head in his claws, the flames of its mane quickly flickered out, like embers in a campfire. Blood and other bodily fluids seeped from the spinal cord that limply hung from the grotesque head, the slow drip of blood pattering against the smooth rocks of the rivers' shore. His scales were stained with the horses dark blood, his appearance that of an ancient butcher, dirty with the blood of its victims. The Tyranitar looked at the head with a satisfied sneer on his face and tossed it in the river, to float along with his former victim. The head landed with a shallow thunk as it fell into the water, surfacing with a look of pure despair and terror permanently plastered on its' disfigured face as the trail of bones floated underneath it like a weight for a buoy.

Misery loves company. He chuckled darkly, tossing his head back and letting out a revelling roar that could be heard for miles. His roar carried a single meaning-

...Beware.

Kide watched as the Umbreon walked away and out of his sight before he walked after her. He didn't know why, maybe he just didn't want to be alone? And she was pretty much the only one around here that was sane, and didn't die.
The Zorua had seen many of his friends die, some he couldn't even remember, though they weren't really friends as he had only just met them before there deaths.

When he caught up to the Umbreon, she had been knocked out, and Kide ran to her wonder what had happened. He looked around before back to the Umbreon.
He sat down next to her and used his Illusions to make it look like the spot they sat in was just a large rock. "I wonder what happened? You seemed fine a few moments ago."

((Sorry for short and crappy post, trying to stay awake while typing this.))

A hissing cackle seemed to follow the Blaziken, though there was nothing in sight. The illusion fox slunk back and forth, from the left of the giant bird, to the right, and back again as it spun around to search for the source of the sound.

The Zoroark couldn't help but laugh, knowing his illusive tricks disguised him perfectly, no matter where he moved. He loved the expression of apprehension and growing fear on the Blazikens' face. He loved that his eyes searched for him frantically, opening up his defenses in a million ways as he drew closer, the harbingers' enormous talons within centimeters of the birds' throat...before pulling away.

"Heeheehahaah!" He half snarled, retreating into the shadows of the abandoned Pokemon Center, waiting for the bird to enter. His illusion was that of a poor and wounded Sentret, looking at the fire-bird painfully before limping into the half-destroyed building.

Oh, what fun we'll have! I love playing with matches! Let's see if he wants to play! He thought gleefully, clapping his enormous claws together anxiously. As predicted the Blaziken quickly fell into the trap, searching for the wounded 'survivor.' Half swooning, he let out a maniacal chuckle before a soft little tune escaped his lips.

"When a mans' an empty kettle, he should be on his mettle...." He sang, his voice soft and melodic. His claw went to his chest as he began to dance in circles elegantly, still cloaked. His voice carried and echoed throughout the large building, making it impossible for the bird to pinpoint. "...And yet I'm torn apart..."

A foul grin spread across his face as he slid slowly behind a pillar, the bird growling as he searched for him. The Zoroarks' movements were smooth and artistic, as if he had choreographed the kill beforehand. "Just because I'm presumin', that I could be a human..." With a large and graceful pirouette, he swirled around his prey with lethal speed, his muscular form plowing into the fire type from behind.

"Haaaaaah!" He hissed victoriously, allowing his illusion to fall as he thrust his claw into the birds' back and brutally severed the spinal cord before the prey had a chance to react. The bird screeched violently, convulsing under the enormous fox. There, atop him, was a hideous creature, flesh scarred and fur clumped with blood and grime. The lean creature towered over him, his horrifying features intensified by his abnormally large grin and strangely musical voice. With his prey paralyzed, he gently sat up enough to turn the bird around before sitting himself back down on the birds' belly as he gazed into its eyes.

"...If I only had a heart..." He crooned, his voice echoing through the building as it amplified the sound. He leaned over him as he trailed his large claw up the preys' chest, his face drawing closer to its' beak.

"I'd be tender, I'd be gentle..."
Slash.
The bird cried out as his body twitched, blood spraying against the pillar near them.

"And awful sentimental..."
Rip.
"Noooo! Please! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"Regarding love and art...!" The harbinger sang, his voice only growing in strength as the birds' cries and howls rang out.

"I'd be friends with the sparrows-!"
"NOO! ARRRRRGH!"
Slurp.
Crunch.

"And the boy that shoots the arrows!..."
The Blazikens' blood flowed freely, pooling quickly across the concrete floor. A large crimson puddle grew around them as the mutilated fox stopped suddenly.

"Pl-" Blood spat up into the air as the bird fought to speak through the blood slowly drowning him. "Please..."
"M-"
"M-m-"
"Mer-....cy..."
The Blaziken gurgled desperately, it's face and body nearly unrecognizeable from what it was. Its' beak was shattered, and each of its organs were hanging neatly around its crushed ribcage, barely functioning enough to keep him alive. The bird twitched feverishly as its body tried to escape, despite the damage to his spine.

The Zoroark gazed at the bird, his figure thickly smeared and spattered with his preys' free-flowing blood. His face was now a mask of darkness, his narrow eyes fiery with a limitless animosity.

"Mercy..." He whispered, his voice thick with malice.
Slow and soft laughter leaked out of his maw, growing ever so subtly to more maniacal and senseless howling until the sound was unbearable to hear. But as soon as it started, it ceased, as its eyes began to glow a bright red.

"...If I..." With one large claw, he drew closer, slowly reaching into the open ribcage, his touch tender and careful as he slowly closed his talons around something that beat frantically.

"Only had a heart..."


...RRRRRRip!

(Skip, nothing for Veno to do)

Kide looked around before darting off to fine something to help Kidrana.
He heard something eerie in the distance, something that made his fur stand on end.
Slowing his pace, Kide went from a run, to more sneak like movement till the scent of blood drifted into his nose.
Stopping he raised it, trying to find where the smell was coming from before it came into sight.

Kides eyes widened as he saw his evolved form standing over a corpse, saying things he couldn't make it, but just from its scent, he knew it was undead.
Backing away, the Zorua darted in the other direction. Normally he wouldn't be scared of undead, but that one was giving him a bad vibe.

He soon got back to the spot where he had left Kidrana, only she wasn't there.
Looking from side to side, there was no sight of her anywhere.
"Where did she go?" He asked himself before sniffing the ground where she had been just moments before. He could smell her scent, but it wasn't leading anywhere, it was as if she had just up and vanished.
He was kind of disappointed. He was just starting to like the other dark type.

Veno awoke to the smell of blood. He got off the bed and ran outside the Pokemon Center. He could call that Kadabra and see if he could help, but he decided against it. He looked around, but found nothing. He scratched the back of his head before he wondered into the back of the Safari Zone. The smell of blood got strong the further he walked, but he couldn't pinned down where it was coming from. He continued to walked as the sun finally started to set.

(Sorry, short post is short)

Clear day, the sun setting, a nice soft summer breeze... Yet the place was in ruins. As Garry led Ib through the ruins of the Safari Zone entrance and into the actual Safari Zone, the place looked surprisingly sane. The situation being that the Undead could be lurking in the tall grass any second, their beady red eyes watching the duo's every move. Nonetheless, the Honchkrow was on his guard, scanning the area, "Alright... Ib remember to watch your step, this is a new area afterall..." As nothing came in response, he rose a brow, turning to Ib's supposed direction, only to find the Shiny Eevee that was on his side one second ago now walking forward.

"I-Ib! Wait up!" The youngster turned to the Big Boss Pokemon [Who's honestly too timid for his age], waiting for him as he glided her way and ahead of her by a foot. His expression was foul, obviously a bit irritated with worry, "IB! You're going to get yourself killed if you run ahead without me!" The Evolution Pokemon blinked, shrugging it off, "I survived without you the first time, but I'll always wait for you. You should know that by now Garry." She sounded monotone, yet sincere, strange combination, but nonetheless, it made Garry's face turn red as he cleared his throat, "I-I know, let's go now!"

Garry felt warmth and comfort spread throughout him as he felt the Eevee's fur rub against his wing. She always did that... either to reassure the timid Honchkrow, or just to let him acknowledge the fact she's around. Nonetheless, it was nice and comforting. Being alone in this apocalypse?... The Flying-type felt chills go down as his spine, he shuddered at the thought. It was getting dark, he regretted leading Ib through such a place without any proper shelte- "Blood." The Eevee croaked, her face pale and her pupils dilated, he blinked at this, worry coming across his face. The Honchkrow put a comforting wing on Ib's back, "W-what do you me-?"

"I smell blood..." Of course, Ib could smell it, but not Garry. She had a stronger nose after all. But the stench of blood reeked this area. She felt pale at the thought of a corpse getting eaten, a one that used to be alive and beating just a minute ago.

He frowned, frantically looking around, with the sun setting, the atmosphere was intimidating. It was then, a silhouette was spotted from afar. It was small, fox-like, another Eevee? But this one seemed different... Was it Undead? Garry felt his feathers puff up as he attempted to build up the courage to speak aloud. Ib was scared, the figure afar could either be living or Undead. Higher chances of Undead... "Hello?" Garry called out to the shape from afar, he didn't sound timid this time, but rather curious, "Are you living?" Well what a wonderful question to ask, Garry, how would an Undead reply to that? The Honchkrow watched Ib timidly inched towards the bushes. Good thinking Ib! That shall be their safe ward if it did indeed turned out Undead.

[Ooc: Garry found Kide lol]

The little Jolteon wandered through the grassy woods, ears down and doll gently set in her jaws. Her yellow rose laid hidden, covered by her fluffy neck fur that hadn't quite turned spiky and hard enough with maturity. Her paws were small, but the pads already hardened from tough training and lots of walking, and though her face was outlined in fluff, her blue eyes revealed the identity of one who had gone through a hard time. Mary looked around with uncertainty, and dashed away through the trees at the sound of rustling leaves and feathers from a bush. She couldn't fight them, she couldn't. She wasn't strong enough yet, even after her former owner's abusive-level training. Mary was still weak.

She flinched slightly at the thought, that even after all she went through with him that she would still be weak. The Jolteon shook her head and moved on, head and ears down, keeping herself as small as possible; Mary didn't want to get spotted by any of those monsters. But then again... where was she supposed to go? There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and certainly nowhere to call home anymore. Her owner was dead... and her real home, with her kind mother, strong father, and her sister was just a distant memory. Ib...

Mary stopped moving for a moment, heaving a heavy sigh. The Jolteon was still young; despite being evolved, her evolution was a forced one and she was still just a child. A child stuck in the middle of the apocalypse on her own. But... she was free. The thought struck Mary like a familiar slap across the face. She was free from her horrible owner; though her freedom was to survive in a ruined world, it was better than surviving in a ruined world and being abused.

A small smile appeared on the Lightning Pokémon's face, basking in that realization for a moment, when suddenly an infected Pidgey fell from the tree. The bird had one eye missing, its remaining eye a glaring red. Its feathers were messy and looked bloody and greasy, one wing gone and the other bent around like a grotesque toy, manhandled by an irresponsible child. It fell to the ground with a fluttering thud, and it got up, glaring at Mary before slowly standing up and taking a step, leaving a trail of blood. Mary slowly moved back in the opposite direction, watching the Pidgey with fear, unable to take her eyes off of its red.

With a shiver and a shriek of fear, she released a Thunderbolt, striking the slow-moving Pidgey dead on before turning around and running, refusing to look back to see the state of the bird. She dodged through the trees and long grass, running through a bush -- and emerged out of it, only to run right into something. Mary stumbled back, falling on the floor, her doll falling and sliding under the leaves of the bush out of sight, though her rose stayed in place; hidden in her neck fur. "Ow..."

The Jolteon looked up, blue eyes squinted slightly due to the dirt that got into her eyes when she fell, and saw two figures; one -- a giant, dark blue bird that caused Mary to scoot back a little automatically, and two -- an unnaturally coloured Eevee with red eyes. The electric type straightened up a little bit, blue eyes studying the Eevee before her, words lost and feeling nothing but surprise and shock. Could it really be her? A faint memory passed Mary's mind, a memory of snuggling into pale, blue fur with a silvery-coloured another. "....."

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Route 48||Dusk

Twilight stood on the edge of a small cliff overlooking a river in the area formerly known as route 48.
Her face turned in a frown her red eye unchanging as always. "Hmm, seems like there's some strong emotions coming from there.
Either means there's survivors or something else.
All the same there's probably something interesting in there."
Walking toward the entrance, her face scowling
she said "Arceus damn my curiosity, it would have probably killed me by now if I wasn't already dead."
She shudders when she remembers some of the things she's faced.That screaming Gardevoir, Arceus knows what happened to her eyes. A corrupted Porygon covered in blue and symbols she didn't understand. And her trainer's dying words "You can't escape the Tyrant..." Shaking away those thoughts,
she hums a theme she heard when her trainer took her to a night rave to raise her spirits.

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The bridge going over the river feeding into the waterfall had long since gone out,
It however posed no problem to the possessed doll and she
simply jumped over it. Noticing a large discharge of electricity in the distance she picked up her pace and entered the gate.

Kide walked along the path he had been walking along for some time now. He had given up on looking for the Umbreon as he was sure he would never see her again. She would turn up if she wanted to be found, that's what he believed.
Once again, he was alone. He always seemed to be alone. From the moment he washed up on the shore of that city, to when he entered the Safari Zone, everyone around him seemed to either die, or go missing.
The Zorua began to think that perhaps he was just meant to be alone, maybe company was something he wasn't meant to have.

"Hello? Are you living?" Snapped from his thoughts Kide looked around at the sound of the new voice that seemed to have come out of nowhere before finally resting on a dark blue bird. A Honchkrow if he remembered correctly.
Kide felt a little stupid at being sighted so easily. If this bird could have seen him, an undead could have easily have had as well. Why didn't I use my illusions to conceal myself? Stupid, stupid, stupid! He thought as he turned his head to face the Honchkrow, eyeing the dark flyer to check for any signs of infection, though it seemed to have none.
Turning to face the Honchkrow, the Zorua lifted his head and called back to it. "I'm living." He said as he slowly began to walk over to the bird. Couscous of if it may attack of not. "What about you? You friend, or foe?"

Venonat made his way into the Safari. He had seen a discharge of electricity, but wasn't close enough or brave enough to go look so he stayed toward the front for a while. As the sun set and it turned to dusk Veno sighed. As he walked the area he saw something. On closer inspection it looked like a Banette. He eyed the ghost with his big red eyes.

He stepped closer to the ghost as his mandibles clicked and his antenna's twitched. He looked at the strange eye on the ghost. It creeped his out a bit, but he was tired of being alone. So he walked over and smiled. Not saying a word as he really couldn't anyway. He offered his paw in a sign of peace, but he still felt uneasy around the ghost.

"I'm living." The figure said, padding over to them, revealing itself as a Zorua. Ah, Garry remembered these from books; they were masters of illusion. He somewhat hoped that the Unova Pokemon wouldn't dare trick them at some later point, but listened intently as he continued "What about you? You friend, or foe?" The Honchkrow blinked at the question, how was he to respond to that? He is a complete stranger, saying he's a friend automatically, it would be weird... But then again, when he and Ib met, they immediately became friends. "A friend," The bird said with a smile, he was about to push Ib towards the Zorua's view, when suddenly a rush of yellow bumps into the Shiny Eevee. They both fell back on collision, the rush of yellow turning out to be a petite Jolteon. For some reason, the Honchkrow had a strange feeling coming into his gut, but he just simply dismissed that.

She rubbed her head, wincing at the pain as Ib felt her crimson eyes stare right into the intruder. The smell of blood washed away from the Evolution Pokemon's mind as she stared at the Electric-type. Something seemed off about her, but the Eevee couldn't quite put her finger on it (or should she say... paw?). Nonetheless, Garry cuts into their stare-down, "Are you alright?" The question was directed at both, her and the Jolteon, Ib simply nodding as she dusted the dirt off. The Big Boss Pokemon's face brightened upon her response, obviously getting worried of a simple fall? He should really man up.

Garry turned back over at the Zorua, pushing Ib into view as if introducing a child to another so they could become friends (though Ib threw him a glare as he pushed her), "Anyways, I'm Garry, and this," he motions at the Eevee in front of him, the way the name rolled across his tongue made him feel warm, though Ib never told him her real name, it made him comfortable, "is Ib." The Honchkrow paused, glancing at both the Zorua and the Joltleon, "How about you two?" He asks, introductions are quite important, especially in a story. It helps you get to know the main characters, and their backstory perhaps.

She stayed quiet as Garry began talking, always sitting right beside him. Something about the Jolteon intrigued her, however. But Ib didn't point it out, as usually, the truth will pop up at a later point in time.

The Jolteon stared as the Eevee stared back in an awkward sort of staring competition, blue eyes looking into red. Soon, though, the big bird interrupted, pulling the Eevee away to show someone else. Mary, blinking slowly and coming out of shock, moved and sat up a bit straighter, still looking up at the Honchkrow and Eevee duo. She remained silent in surprise, forgetting about the Pidgey and her doll for the moment.

Shaking her head, Mary stood up and shook her fur, dusting it off and making sure she didn't hurt herself, and being satisfied that her only injury was just a slight pain in her head from accidentally tackling into the Eevee. That kind of injury would fade away quickly, so the Jolteon wasn't very concerned. She turned her attention back to the others, still looking a bit ruffled.

"Anyways, I'm Garry, and this is Ib," the Lightning pokémon heard the Honchkrow say, introducing himself and the Eevee to someone else that Mary couldn't see. Mary's eyes traveled down to the Eevee's red rose where it stayed there. Ib... It really was Ib. Of course it would be, no other Eevee Mary had ever known looked like that. She bit her lower lip, torn on how she should react, though -- obviously, Ib didn't recognize Mary. How could she? They were separated at a young age -- it was a miracle that Mary herself remembered. The Honchkrow glanced over at the Jolteon, looking friendly and polite. "How about you two?"

Mary blinked, stepping back a bit and still looking somewhat tense and her eyes wary. She glanced up into the Honchkrow's blue eyes before looking down at the floor, then returning her gaze to Garry. Well, she might as well trust them; she hadn't seen any other living, healthy pokémon in a while. "M-Mary! My name is Mary," she answered, taking a small step forward and her blue eyes a bit round, like a surprised/curious young child [which, really, was what she was].

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Safari Zone||Dusk
Twilight watched as the Venonat approached her she examined him to search for any sign of the infection. Seeing none she let out a sigh of relief and disengaged the Shadow Ball she was charging. The Venonat
reached it's hand out hopefully as a sign of peace, Grinning at the gesture she took it's hand and shaked it vigorously.

'Hello! It's nice too meet you, I'm Twilight!
It's very unusual for someone to walk up to me. Because of this Silly old eye, Isn't that strange? It gets kinda lonely at times even more so because of the whole epidemic thing. It's not too bad because I get to brush up on my target practice! It's harder with moving targets but it's much more fun don't you think? Just the other day a Scyther attacked me! It was rather fast and I constantly had to keep moving to avoid those Scythes, It made it so much more fun. It was a real dozy! I had to use my Thunder attack which hardly ever happens and it finally went down. I was hoping for it to last longer but it looked so happy after that! Which is hard with half of it's face gone, and that was before it came to me! Oh! And last week-' Her eyes widened In the realization that she might be overwhelming her present company.

Taking a deep breath, and calming herself she spoke again,
Decidedly calmer this time.
'Sorry, I was babbling again. I don't get to talk to others very often as you can understand. So, what's your name?' Trying not to make the poison type nervous she attempted a benevolent grin, Which only turned out to look like a slasher smile.

"A friend," the Honchkrow replied, though Kide didn't let his guard up in case it was the sham to get to him.
Soon a flash of yellow caught his eye and he turned to see a Jolteon as well as a shiny eevee fall out into his view. Where they hiding to ambush him?
Kide went into a defensive position and let out a growl only to find that they had only just bumped into each other as well.
The bird asked if they where all right, though they both seemed find to the Zorua.

"Anyways, I'm Garry, and this, is Ib."
"Ib? What as weird name." Kide had never heard of someone called Ib before.
"M-Mary! My name is Mary." The Jolteon added and so it was his turn to introduce himself. Though he wondered if he should, not like they where going to stay with him long enough to be friends anyway. Like all the others they will probably just die or leave like the rest of them.
He decided to give it to them, who knew, they may be different then the others. Maybe they can live longer then the rest of his so called companions. "My name is Kide." He said with a smirk. He had no idea how many times he had said his name today. "And what brings you all to the Safari Zone?"

Veno nodded at the named Twilight, though she was talkative. When she asked for his name, he shook his head. He didn't have a name, though some called him Veno. It was more of a nickname with a real name. She smiled slightly at the ghost as he pointed toward the back of the Safari Zone. Veno still wanted to go explore and he knew he'd feel better if he wasn't alone. He just hoped the Banette would join him.

(Sorry, short post is short)

The Jolteon was rather jumpy, but she was hesitant to reply to Garry, "M-Mary! My name is Mary," Ib stared at her blankly. Her name is oddly familiar... "My name is Kide." The Zorua smirked, he seemed like a suspicious character honestly, but at least he didn't smell as bad as they did. The Shiny Eevee gave a nod, a signal that she understood. Their names seemed simple enough, "Nice to meet you." She said, she glanced at the Honchkrow behind her, whom gave a reassuring nod. He must be sensing she felt uncomfortable around new Pokemon, but Ib knew she would adapt quickly... hopefully. Ib understood how Undead would kill them any moment, in fact they could be lurking right around the corner. She hastily dismissed that thought, it was scary... But Garry could protect her, right?

"And what brings you all to the Safari Zone?" the Illusion Pokemon known as Kide asked, the Honchkrow blinked, glancing over at the Eevee who peered through the trees. She must be looking out for Undead. Nonetheless, their reason to be here? They didn't really plan to be here honestly... They were just traveling around away from Undead at the least. Do they plan on settling down...?... Who knows. "We don't really have a reason..." Garry said, he met Ib on the road from running away from Undead. He was surprised she managed to live that long, and he decided to stick by her side to make sure she's alright. They both had roses. Different colors, but they felt like they could relate to each other.

"We never really planned on settling down either," The Big Boss Pokemon continued with a smile, Ib blinked. She silently hoped he wouldn't go into the 'life-story' thing. A sight of relief escaped her as he just made it simple, "Just on the run from Undead so far." Ib stared at Garry, even when he was done. He was oddly cheerful, and polite. Unlike the boys Ib met back when she was still with her mother and father... But, he talks like a lady for some reason. She moved her gaze from the bird to the Zorua, her crimson-red eyes scanning all the details... He actually seemed to look like he's living well. "What about you Kide?" The Evolution Pokemon asked, "You seem to be doing well..."

Garry stared dumbfoundedly at Ib, it was rare for her to ask- hell, even speak to someone! Instead of saying her phrases of; 'Thank you', 'Nice to Meet You', 'Hello', it's like she's trying to strike up a conversation!... It couldn't be? That she had found a romantic interest in the Zorua...? No, it couldn't be, she was quite too young for that, and the Honchkrow was the closest thing to her she has at the moment. Though the Eevee rarely spoke towards other Pokemon, it could be that she's trying to make new friends. He had to admit that the only one she met so far in this Epidemic was him... Of course she would be yearning for more company. Though in all honesty, he liked it when it was just the two of them, but then again, the more the merrier!

"Nice to meet you," answered the Eevee, before looking back at the Honchkrow. Mary stared at the duo in silence, cocking her head a little bit with a frown. That was it? That was all the greeting Ib had for her after all this time apart? Mary felt a small pull in her gut as she stared up at the Honchkrow that Ib seemed so clingy towards. What was so special about Garry? Mary didn't like him. The Jolteon managed to keep herself from scowling, though.

With a prick of her ears, she suddenly looked around and began digging through the bushes, looking for what she had dropped. Her doll, where did her doll go? Pushing aside a branch of leaves with her paw, she sighed happily in relief, finding the blue-skinned ragdoll sprawled under the plant -- a little dirty, but safe and intact. She carefully pulled the doll out and pawed the dirt and leaves off, picking it up in her jaws and giving it a light shake for good measure. She happily turned around, moving forward before putting the doll down by her legs and sitting, looking up at the rest.

A grey-coloured fox had joined the party, introducing itself as Kide. Mary's satisfied smile turned back into a frown once more, and she slowly shuffled to hide herself behind Ib, though being a Jolteon, the former was a bit larger. She didn't exactly favor strangers, and the only one the Jolteon knew at the moment was Ib, though the Eevee didn't remember her. It didn't matter anyway; at least they were together again. But if the Jolteon could choose, she would much rather reunite with Ib alone...

Mary looked down at the Eevee's head, and noticed the red petals that laid between her ears. A bright red rose that looked real, yet seemingly almost too beautiful and perfect to be real. "Wow, where'd you get this flower?" she asked, still staring at the pretty flower with the curiosity of a little child.

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The Banette was still waiting for a name, but got none. She figured that maybe he was either deaf or mute possibly both, like that Helen Keller character that Terra would read to her. But then He'd would also have to be blind to be like Keller. But, how would he survive then if he couldn't see? Maybe he had psychic powers, but how can he if he's a poison type? Maybe-

Twilight frowned and shaked her head.
Silently scolding herself for being ridiculous, she went back to the object at hand. Looking to the Venonat pointing off into the distance she spoke Bubbly
'Oh! You saw the electricity too? I think it's a survivor! And if not it will still probably be fun. Why don't you come with me to check it out?
The more the merrier!'

What the hell am I doing here.
I groaned. Those stupid infected didn't really want to leave me alone: they chased me everywhere, but I finally managed to escape from 'em inside this place. For some reason they couldn't enter. Whatever, It's surely better for me.

Arceus-dammit, if I find the sick piece of trash who started this...this...nightmare, I'll make sure he--

I stopped: near the entrance...i heard noises. I climbed up some trees and...well, I'll be damned! Pokemons! And they weren't infected! Well, they don't seem infected to me. I looked down at the group...after entire days, I could finally speak to someone who didn't want to eat my flesh. I hopped down the tree, jumping near the group.

Well, hey there! I said, waving my arm at them.

Who are you guys? I can't believe I found survivors! Man, It's been AGES since I found someone breathing!...Well, he was going to die, but it doesn't matter now!

They are SO liking me now.

None of them had a reason to coming here, just like him. They all just seemed to be looking for a place to get away from the undead, though in truth, Kide didn't think any place was safe from them anymore, not after what he saw..
"What about you Kide? You seem to be doing well..." Ib said and Kide turned to once again look at the little Eevee. He never noticed before but both Ib and Garry had a rose. Ib's was red, and Garry's was blue.
Kide had never seen a rose before, other then pictures. They where really something to look at.
Shaking his head, he had almost forgotten Ib's question. "No reason, just, ended up here after the ship my trainer and I where on sunk." His smiled faded as he remembered everything that had happened to him while he had been here. All the friends he had made only to die for vanish. He hoped they wouldn't leave him as well.

((Skip for now, Dreaming Aura got banned and my claim for Venonat has yet to be approved.))

(Well, I guess you should skip me too, I'm waiting for a response from the other members.)

Nevermind this, It's not my turn yet. Qwrk can post now.

As the bird gave its' final blood-strangled breath, the harbingers' grin faded. The beating organ in his hand quickly stopped beating, its' life fluid gushing from the ventricles. He couldn't help but enjoy the rush of life he felt in his hands, but a deep pain started to grow in his chest as it slowed, and it unnerved the undead Zoroark.
Confusion and pain came over his face, his eyes frantically looking at the mangled corpse before him.

"Naaaargh! It's not fucking fair!" He snarled, his claws snapping shut around the now dead heart and sighed as he slowly got to his feet. He dropped the crushed organ on the ground in disgust as he stared down at the stinking, bloody mess. He slowly moved his bloodied claw to his chest and left it to hover over the place where his own heart would be.

Silence.
Nothing.

A frustrated hiss escaped his lips as his voice rose to a snarling howl. His large claws slashed into the corpse, sending what remained of the bird flying into the wall, making contact with a disgusting splat. He gazed at the empty room, his shoulders heaving with his embittered breathing. His claws flew to his face in shame as he shuddered.

"If I-I...."
"If I...only-y..." He whimpered underneath his breath, his eyes frantic and full of sorrow. A gasp escaped his lips as he spun around, his form elegant, even in an agonized state.

His ears perked up and his eyes glistened in the fading light as he listened intently.

Footsteps.
His attention turned to the shattered ceiling, to which he leaped gracefully to the roof and searched the area around the ransacked building. His keen eyes caught a small purple splotch plodding off.

A...bug?...
The large fox tilted his head in fascination, and decided to follow it silently, using his illusions to conceal himself.
It seems he found a friend! The Zoroark thought, a grin spreading across his maw as he watched the Venonat interact with the approaching ghost.

Introductions! I love introductions! I'll make mine when the ghost has made theirs! He hummed a cheery tune quietly as he waited, but his patience slowly ebbed as the ghost continued to chatter.

Okay.
Time to shut the fuck up. He growled, leaping above the grassline, his body crashing into the small, furry insect elegantly. The two rolled and stopped with the Zoroark pinning the small Venonat to the ground.
"Helllllooooo there!" He crooned, his voice soft and melodic. "Don't you love making new friends?" He asked, his eyes bright and eager as they flashed to the confounded Banette. "You know what? I do too!" He cackled as he tightened his grip around the bug, feeling its' hard body underneath the mound of fur covering it.

The little bug said nothing, but it fumbled and flailed about, struggling weakly against his claw. "Oh, let's have some fun! Here, I'll start!" He hissed excitedly as he gently stroked the soft fur before tossing the little bug in the air, leaping up and smashing it back into the ground far below them with a mighty blow. The bugs' body made a crunching sound as it hit the ground, cracking the exoskeleton open. The Zoroark landed gracefully not far from the mess, turning back to the dying insect and casually padding to it as it screeched and hissed in agony.

With a small bound and his arms spreading before him, he burst into song."Picture me, a balcony!" He voice echoed loudly over the plains, carrying his ghastly tune on the wind. He puffed up his chest and took another deep breath as he dramatically continued to sing.
"Above, a voice sings loooowwww!" His claw went to his chest as he pirouetted cheerily around him and slid to his knees smoothly, his ear to the bugs' shattered chest.

"I hear a beat! How sweet!" He crowed, his eyes bright with happiness as his claw reached in the green goopy mess and pulled out the bugs' beating hearts with a quick snap. He stood up to his full-height as he loomed over the small Banette, a mortified witness to his new friends' death.

The Zoroarks' face split into a sinister grin as he looked to the ghost at his feet and lowered his paw to it.
"Would you like one?" He cooed, offering one of the slowly dying hearts. "No?..." He shrugged, pulling the precious hearts back and skipping lightly off into the long grass, a cheery, whistling song escaping his lips as he disappeared into the night.

"No reason, just, ended up here after the ship my trainer and I where on sunk." The smile on his face faded. Maybe Ib shouldn't have asked that question... The Honchkrow frowned as he glanced over at Mary. She was digging in the bushes, did she drop something? The Big Boss Pokemon was ready to tap her shoulder and ask if she needed any assistance, but the Jolteon quickly turned around with a doll sitting on her paws. He stared at it for a while as he kept his distance away. What in the name of fuck is that?! Rarely has he cussed, but that is one creepy doll! He glanced over at Ib for any reaction, but she seems to have not noticed it as she was entirely focused on Kide. Well someone had a crush. Garry found it adorable, but during an apocalypse wouldn't honestly be a good setting for romance.

Ib stared solemnly at the Zorua, she used to have a family too... Is his trainer fine or...? She shouldn't dwell too deep into the Illusion Pokemon's past. The Past is the past. Nothing more and nothing less, just a pile of memories. "Wow, where'd you get this flower?" The Electric-type asked, breaking the Eevee's train of thought. She fixed her gaze on the yellow Pokemon, watching her stare curiously at Ib's rose. "In a garden..." She responded quietly, she was still uneasy about Mary, despite the fact she gives off a nostalgic feeling. It was weird honestly, she's around the same age as the Normal-type and Ib thought they would be good friends. Maybe they will when the time comes... "We met in that garden too!" Garry cuts in, bending down so they would be around eye level (which utterly failed as he is still a couple inches taller). He points out his blue rose with a funny grin, "I guess this means that fate is working its hands."

"Well, hey there!" A surprisingly nearby voice called out, the bird turned around curiously, only to see a Weavile waving his arms about. Garry was unsure if he's stupid or not, does he really want to attract Undead's attention too? The Honchkrow cringed, this bastard... He's honestly going to kill them, "Who are you guys? I can't believe I found survivors! Man, It's been AGES since I found someone breathing!...Well, he was going to die, but it doesn't matter now!" He? It doesn't matter? This guy is stupid! Of course it matters! He fucking left someone to die! Arceus, how much the bird wanted to facepalm or smack some sense into the Ice-type. Garry narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but said nothing as his gaze was caught by Ib's stiffness. He knew she was a tough kid and she dealt with worse, what could possibly make her so uneasy? "Ib, is something the matter?" He asked quietly.

She was frozen in fear. The Weavile was a bit off, but how can they not smell it? The smell of blood. It was much more stronger, but it's a bit far from the group. The thought of someone dying everywhere they go, and they could do nothing about it. Whether it be someone they know, or someone they don't know, the thought of constant death following you began to grew... scary. The Evolution Pokemon gulped down her anxiety, slowly moving her gaze towards the Honchkrow, who -- was once again -- filled with worried. "B-blood," She stammered, glancing from the ground to Garry and back, "It's not too far from here; someone died." Whatever killed that Pokemon... They should watch out.