"Thanks for the help earlier, Faustus, but our priority now should be to move the hell away from this area. Infected will surely be attracted by those explosions, and they will gather in here fast, very fast. We have to go, anywhere but here." The Haunter spoke, which caused the Phanteon to nod. "Alright," he murmured, before his attention was drawn away by a silvery newcomer.
It was coloured black and white, coming out from the flora and offering to help while holding up a bag of what the ghost assumed to be medicine. Suddenly, the angry voice of the serpent made Faustus flinch. "You offer us help-- for what? We could be just as dangerous as that filthy diseased-- why take the chance? I'm not some juvenile to just trust any pokemon weilding a friendly smile and bag of supplies; niether one of you are coming near me. Do you understand?"
The Phanteon stared at the Arbok for a moment, words rushing through his head. 'Yeah well, what are we supposed to do instead then? Watch you in pain?' The phantom struggled to not start bursting out in annoyance, breathing deeply to calm himself. "I will respect you decision. Understood," Faustus replied, his head motioning a slow nod. He now redirected himself to the fellow apparition, curious. "I'm not really familiar with this region, but what's the closest city from here? Perhaps we could go to a village and see if we can rest up in an abandoned home?"