The ILEX Team

The Eevee took quiet sluggish steps. His expression was blank if not a bit sad. He was approaching another ravaged town. How many had he passed now? With a small nasal sigh he decided it didn't matter. It well, didn't after all. Slowly blinking his eyes, the Eevee caught sight of movement. Other Pokemon? How, unusual. The strangeness of this didn't stir any feeling within his tiny heart. Eleroo padded closer, Odd town.. He pondered from the fire damage and other such rubble around. He hadn't wandered more then a handful of pawsteps in though before Pokemon he had seen before came clearly into view.

There was a Noctowl, easily recognizable. Then there was a strange purple Pokemon, one that seemed to be a messed up evolution of an Eevee? Regardless of what it was, the presence of the odd Pokemon slightly interested the stagnant Eevee. He enjoyed the color purple after all, regardless of what it was that held it. Eleroo padded up to them, sitting down silently as he waited to be addressed. This was his first meeting with them after all, he would have to be spoken to first before he could speak. Looking at the ground, he noticed what seemed to be a severed Rattata's tail. As the Noctowl chuckled about it, Eleroo's list of questions seemed to grow longer and longer for these two Pokemon. Odd Pokemon too..

Xander sight when he heard the negative response of the strange Eevee. He began to be a little worried too. Where the hell she went? Looking around, he looked at the PokéMart. That would be the first logical place to go if someone was searching for food. But then again, his gaze turned to the half-crushed Gym. Taking in account that there was alot of Pokémon in there, it's plausible that there was a vast amount of food to feed them, right?
Turning around to talk to the weird Eeveelution, he discovered that a new member joined them. A normal-looking Eevee. Another furball. How many there was in these parts??? There's been at least the 4th or 5th different Eeveelutions he met in like.... 3 days? He didn't even cross the path of another ghost counterpart.

Shrugging at the idea, he decided to reserve it for later. The priority now was to find Mint. He suggested to the others that they should start looking around the PokéMart. They could aslo search for food while they were there. Looking at the "Feathured Asshole" as the bird please to call himself, the Haunter ordered him to get airborne and search the area again from the skies. Truth is he doesn't want the Noctowl too close to him and the others. He was clearly deranged. Turning around, he urged the others to follow him, as well as the newcomer.

"Well if you don't want it..." With a swift jerk of his head the Noctowl picks up and swallows the curling tail with relish, his feathered neck jerking up and down as he swallows it without being able to chew and makes a sound curiously like the beginning of a retch.
Soon the indigestible parts of the rattata will be coming up as a hard pellet.
Twisting his head to the side in his disturbing way the Noctowl considers the implications of dropping the pellet through the irritable ghost and the edges of his beak seem to curl upwards in a smile.
Hopping awkwardly across the ground on his craggy talons, balancing himself only with deft flicks of his wings the large owl-like pokemon coos curiously under his breath as he tilts his head to the side at a sharp angle, his mad red eyes focusing firmly on the two new additions to the area.
"Kitties. Fluffy kitties." He says in a curiously warm tone as he twists and bobs his head to view both eevees.
"Brown kitty and purple kitty..."
He twists his head around the other side and clacks his beak.
"Kitty want a fishy?" Without bothering to explain what is so amusing the Noctowl collapses over backwards in a spluttering fit of laughter, rolling on his back on the ground and raising up a small puff of dust around him.
His wings raise small clouds of the dust as he slaps the ground with them.
"Fish." He chuckles to himself before beating his wings powerfully and taking to the air at the irritable ghost Xander's request.

Briefly the Noctowl perches on the rooftop and glares down at the pokemon below him. His red eyes, swirling with the humors of his madness, bear an unmistakable menace.
Zephyr runs his beak along his wing and plucks free a large brown feather from the wingtip. With care he drops it where the large feather, tipped with a tiny drop of scarlet blood, will fall to land right in front of the gathering.
"What is the answer!" He screeches loudly as he takes wing once more, his red eyes once again scanning the ground below in search of the shape of an Espeon.
He glides in a lazy figure eight, seeing below him the distinctive coloured roofs of Pokecenter and Pokemart as he angles towards the Gym.
As he flies the Noctowl hums under his breath, composing another riddle.

(I would like to pass, I am a bit ill and too tired to post but I do not like risking warnings and harbinger attacks. Joshua will continue to follow Xander as he is directed.)

Odd wasn't the right word for the Noctowl. The bird cackled, enjoying something obscurely funny about fish with himself. Eleroo cocked his head slightly to the side and pushed it back at the scene. Insane, are we? Quietly he spoke, to the point the owl probably didn't hear him, "I don't want any fish." Movement caught his dull gaze: A Haunter was approaching, followed by a purple kit. More purple Pokemon. So many purple Pokemon in so little time. As the pair got closer, it seemed the kit was another Eevee, through it was no where near normal looking with its dark fur.

The Ghost type was not amused by the owl's behavior, and asked the surrounding Pokemon to follow him. He made sure to include Eleroo in the request, noting his presence. As one by one everyone followed, the sad Eevee determined the Haunter to be the leader of this ragtag group of purple wonders. "No introductions?" He muttered more to himself as he wondered where the dual-type was leading him. The Noctowl had taken to the skies, blathering on about who knows what. As the Eevee cranked his neck up to look at him, he could feel his Toxic Orb shift in his main. "Definitely insane." His voice was no more then a whisper.

As the Owl Pokémon shouted again about his stupid riddles, Xander couldn't help but to sadly shake his head. Deep inside him, the Haunter have a tiny bit of pity for Zéphyr. What madness happened to him so he could be in that state? Unfortunately, that kind tought was underneat a pile of anger, created by Zéphyr's behavior and the now quiet throbbing that was his headdache.

"....."

As they approached the remains of the PokéMart, the Haunter heard something like a whisper, coming from the little Eevee that just joined the group. "Have you said something?" he asked to the pup before looking at him and the other kit closely. While the newcomer seems like any other Eevee, while the other one, (the one who get throught him earlier) was completely different. Eeveelutions are a weird specie, thought Xander, looking at Faustus. They were all different, but yet they were the same kind. Xander shook his head slightly before resuming his motion toward the torn-down building. It was funny how the Ghost Pokémon asks himself so many meaningless questions in a time like this. Maybe it was to prevent him to going mad? In any case, he couldn't permit himself to be unfocused. After the departure of Plague, the Haunter felt like it was his responsability now to guide the group. Beside, he didn't knew any of the others members except Mint, and she was gone Arceus-know-where.

Finally, they made it to the PokéMart, or more appropriately where the PokéMart was standing. The gaz pipes have blown away most of the structures, only the fondations and some parts of the walls were remaining. Even if there was still some knocked over shelves, they weren't anymore than torns metal mess. No signs of the Pink Espeon either. " Even if it's unlikely possible, there could be something in that mess. Food, items, pills.... we should search through it."

"Even if it's unlikely possible, there could be something in that mess. Food, items, pills.... we should search through it." The Pokemart was filthy of dust and grime, and Faustus fought back the urge to simply purge it all. "Alright," he mumbled, taking a breath in, before trudging deeper into the ruins of the building. He stuck his muzzle into small cracks, sniffing for any signs of sustenance. "If we find food, we're going to have to be careful about it. It's been a while since this infection came, most of the things we find would be expired and rotten..." he mumbled, a bit disgruntled by the state of the environment. "Getting sick now would only worsen chances of survival."

Deciding that where he was searching was fruitless, he turned away to pad towards a mass of ripped boxes and broken cans. Sniffing at a bottle, he recognized the scent as one of the popular Soda drinks the humans liked. Pawing it away, Faustus used his claws to carefully open a closed package, tearing away at the paper it was wrapped in. Within it's binds was a smaller box, and upon opening, the Phanteon smiled. "So..." he turned back to the group. "Which one of you wants a box of Sweet Hearts? Candy lasts a long time, I doubt these would be harmful." he hummed, nudging the box of little chocolate-flavored heart candies to the others. "I'll keep on searching now," he nods, and resumes his search.

((OOC: Sweet Hearts is an actual food in the game lol.))

Joshua tailed the others, trying to stay close to Xander, though he wanted to speak to Faustus alone he would have to wait until the group was done rummaging for food. Blinking a few times he looked around the building and shook his head. "Hold on I'll be right back." Joshua said before heading back outside. He remembered that several of the pokemon in Ayumi's gang of ragtags in Hearthome would store their food underground often finding ways to store supplies for long periods of time. Perhaps he would be lucky enough to find supplies hidden here too. Crouching low to stay out of sight Joshua sniffed at the ground, looking for signs of some sort of store. If he could only see through things like a Luxray could.

'Right, see through things like a Luxray, get over yourself Joshua you're an Eevee.'. He thought to himself. Padding over to a patch of dirt he noticed a raised swatch of earth. Nosing at it caused the dirt to easily give way and cave in. This caused Joshua to smile and dig at the ground. Though he didn't know the move the motions were effective enough to yield to him a large crate. Removing the lid of the crate showed the plentiful supplies within, though it seemed better preserved than by pokemon methods leading him to suspect humans involvement.

Taking several of the bags of food and other various supplies from the container he replaced the lid and re-buried it as best he could before gathering the things in his mouth to take back to the others. Little did he know that he was being watched by several infected looking to take the food and his life.

The Haunter had seemed to catch the small Eevees comment, "Have you said something?" he asked him. Eleroo shrugged, glancing up to the ghost-type with dull eyes, "Nothing important," he mewed coldly. The group made their way over to the PokeMart with the purple Eeveelution taking charge and rummaging through the inside. "If we find food, we're going to have to be careful about it. It's been a while since this infection came, most of the things we find would be expired and rotten..." If that was the case wouldn't it just be easier to go off into the trees and look for berries? Though the Eevee distantly agreed with him, as berries were so cliche even with all the different kinds. With a small grunt Eleroo simply sat and watched the larger Pokemon look for something edible. "Maybe someone smaller should look." He remarked softly.

"Hold on I'll be right back." The fellow Eevee walked off, going to who knows where for who knows what. Only a few moments after that though the Phanteon backed out of the damaged building dragging a decent sized box with him. "Which one of you wants a box of Sweet Hearts? Eleroo's ears flicked upward with interest. Vaguely he could remember having something by that name at some point in his life. "Candy lasts a long time, I doubt these would be harmful." Eying it carefully the Eevee had to decide if he even deserved to eat when these strangers had been here longer. It was their food supply, not his. At the same time though the Haunter had invited him on the walk over to the mart, making it seem as though he was part of the group. "I'll take one of those." He finally answered back with decision. Padded slowly over to the box he picked up one of the candies gingerly with his teeth, keeping it away from his gums as though it held death. Backing away from the box and pulling the chocolate into his mouth he couldn't help but quickly chew it up instead of sucking on it like intended. The flavor was just as good as if it was made yesterday. It had been a long time since he had eaten something past berries and mushrooms, this was just too good to pass up. Unable to suppress the desire to grab another of the candies he slowly grabbed another and sat back in his spot. Now no more candy for you. Sharing was a rule of childhood.

The other Eevee was coming back over their group, dragging with him several bags of what seemed to be food in his wake. Surprised hit him, where could he possibly of gone to get at that? "Where did those come from?" he asked, though knowing what they were would of been a good question as well. Oh! that reminded him. "So.." Eleroo was careful not to mumble with his mouth full, "Names?"

The warmth of the sun beat down upon the lone Espeon as she made her way purposefully through the ruins of Azalea Town. Her sightless gaze swept over the remains of the once beautiful city but all she could see in her minds eye was chaos and destruction. The whole scent of the place was just wrong and full of decaying bodies, old soil, and molding wood from houses long since caved in. It wasn't easy but she began to gain a mental image of her surroundings which made her more comfortable and confident in the way she moved through the city. Pawsteps light and easy on the ground, she caught the sound of voices off into the distance, her body becoming rigid almost instantly. She knew already that they weren't undead but yet she was more scared of being rejected by the first group of living she had encountered in a long time.

Shaking her head of her thoughts she trekked on towards the voices, her heart pounding in her head. Stopping short of what she thought was probably a door, she padded in and stopped, her mind well aware that she had found the others. Not quite sure what type of Pokemon they were, she did her best to smile and act as if nothing was the matter with her. She thought it would be easy but now that she had found more living, she realized just how hard it was to fear rejection. Past memories of the farm floated to her mind but she pushed them down and stepped one paw forward, her head swiveling towards the purple Eeveelution whose voice sounded nice in her head.

"Pardon me but I heard your voices from outside and thought I would pop in. M-my names Adalia." Her smile was light but her timidness had seeped back into her voice just a tad as she awaited judgement from this small group of Pokemon.

After nodding to Faustus warning, Xander began to search for food, or at least maybe some usable item that could help them.Unfortunately, all he could find was burned-up magazines and books. Others were lucky enough. Faustus found a box of sweets, but the Haunter politely declined. He couldn't afford to awake his headache, with seems to have finally settled down. After what seemed an eternity, the little Eevee that had passed through him earlier came back with an incredible amound of goodies with him. Everyone seemed to be impressed too, as the newcommer asked the other kit where he found all those bags. Probably in an outside backstore or something. At least, somewhere that hadn't blown up like the Pokémart.

As the newest Eevee asked for names, Xander's eyes caught a pinkish form near them. Hoping that it was Mint that finally decided to show up again, the Haunter was kinda dissapointed when yet ANOTHER Eeveelution came. It was an Espeon that was named Adalia. It looked like she wasn't sure to join them or not. Xander was about to answer to her when he looked outside of the PokéMart, in town.

The sun was slowly drifting out of the skies and the shadows of things slowly creeping up on the ground. Xander didn't like that. Not because he was afraid or anything, but night was the time of the infected, and he knew for sure there was plenty of them nearby the town because of the explosion Plague caused. Maybe they weren't that active in the day, but he was sure as hell they were killing machine into the night. He decided that, for their safety, they must return to the house, even if tha means leaving Mint's researches for good. Come to think about it, Xander thought it was more and more plausible she fled, trailing Plague's scent. He wasn't blaming her for that. Pokémons were master of their whereabouts after all. But at least a warning would have been appreciated. Anywaym it was time to go back.

" It's getting rather dark out here. I suggest we stop the search here and head back to the house. Anyone is free to join us, I believe... Security is in number, and I might add that, even if I'm a night Pokémon.... right now... I wouldn't want to be outside at night."

The Phanteon phased through and into a stack of crates, narrowing his eyes as he examined the contents of each one. He backed up slightly, passing through the crates behind him before he emerged, suddenly whipping his paws onto one of the top boxes, causing it to fall over. The insides had also spilled out, smaller bags of Pokemon Kibble. "This should be fine to eat," he murmured, nudging the dusty bag slightly, blowing off debris. "There's a lot more than I suspected here..."

"Where did those come from?" Turning around, the Phanteon's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the amount of sustenance the Eevee found. "Good job," he hummed. "Names?" The ghost-type perked up. "How rude of me--I'm Faustus. Faustus Koli Lundgren. Some Pokemon prefer to call me Koli."he shrugs. "Pardon me but I heard your voices from outside and thought I would pop in. M-my names Adalia." Turning towards the new voice, he glanced at the new Psychic-type. "Nice to meet you, Adalia. Xander's right, let's grab whatever food we can bring and shelter up."

"I'm Joshua...Just Josh is fine though...I guess." Joshua replied to the strange eeveelutions question. He smiled with pride as the others complimented him. Maybe these pokemon weren't that bad, at least they were good for his ego. Offering the various bags of supplies to the others so that they could look through them and decide who gets what. After all it was only fair that he let them have first dibs on things since they were nice to him.

"Feel free to decide who wants what out of this."Joshua said with a smile, taking one of the bags of kibble and tearing a hole in it with his teeth. Eating slowly as he let the others decide between themselves. He wasn't really interested in fancy foods but if they found any items he wanted such as berries or a better TM for his move set he was going to request but not force the other to turn the object over to him.

All of a sudden there was an abundance of food. Everyone seemed to of found something good enough to eat though Eleroo was still tenderly eying the chocolates before him. The Pokemon about him answered his question, Faustus, Adalia, Xander and Joshua. Alright. He puffed slightly, Faustus would flow better without the first s. He shook the thought. He would simply get smacked for that. "My names Eleroo." Introductions couldn't be complete without his own. With the arrival of the Espeon, Adalia, there was yet another purple Pokemon within the group which made the Eevee smirk a bit, and tilt his head slightly so the light caught his eyes until they brightened up. He was going to like it here.

Xander mentioned sheltering for the night and Faustus saying to take what food they could to said shelter. His fellow Eevee allowed for them each to grab something from his haul but the only thing Eleroo wished to grab was the Sweet Hearts. Well.. The Eevee forced himself to look at Joshuas haul and grabbed a shiny bag from it. Padding to the Phanteons, he took one of the Pokemon food bags from there. That was plenty but the Eevee couldn't stand the idea of leaving those darn chocolates. Placing his bags on top of the Sweet Hearts box, he clenched the side between his tiny fangs until he was able to lift it by cranking his head back. It put a deal of strain on his neck and it was difficult to see past. There was a dull pulsation from his Toxic Orb that caused the Eevee to wince. Maybe he should of let someone else take them to the shelter.

Adalia listened intently to the others and began to pick up on minute changes in the way they speak that helped her to differentiate between the group around her. When Xander spoke a small strip of cold laced down her back and she realized suddenly that, not only was he the leader, but he was also a ghost type Pokemon. She had no idea that Faustus or Koli was one as well but she liked the sound of his voice enough to register him and the other two smaller ones in the group as either Eeveelutions or Eevee's themselves. Padding forward she followed the sounds of crinkled plastic and peered down with her sightless gaze. She still wasn't sure how they would react to her blindness and she figured Xander would despise her for it. So she decided to pretend for now that she was perfectly fine. The only problem was, she didn't know what was in front of her.

Praying the packaging in front of her was some type of wrapped up food, she bent down and softly picked one up in her jaws, fumbling for a moment but otherwise getting it spot on. Stretching back up she stood there for a few seconds, not sure of where to go or what to do now but her fear finally won over and she backed up, disregarding the sounds and feelings around her so much that she knocked into a crate and toppled it over making a loud sound that could signal to any undead around them. As her face grew red, she laid on the floor where she fell and awaited the ridicule she was about to receive, her ears laying flat against her skull. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't m-mean to." She said softly into the air, not allowing her blind gaze to leave the floor.

Xander nodded as everyone named themselves. Eleroo, Joshua, Faustus and Adalia. He completed the name round by naming himself. Good, now that was out of the way, they could move. Everyone picked up a bag of supplies to transport, but he couldn't help but to chuckle when he saw the little Eleroo struggling to get all the supplies. Shaking his head, the Haunter approached him: "Please, let me." He was about to get the food when a cacophony of metal sounds rang through Xander's ears and possibly the whole town, followed by a deadly silence. He slowly turned his head toward the source of the sound to only find that Adalia had bumped into a cardboard full of metallic pans and pots, causing it to flip over and smash against the ground. As the silence goes on, he thought that maybe no infected had heard it, but as soon as he begins to form that thought in his mind, howlings and barkings were heard everywhere. They were litterally surrounded by the undeads. They had to flee, and fast!

As Xander's anger start rising within him, it was kinda stopped by pity when he saw Adalia on the floor like that. Somewhat rudely taking her chin inone of his hand, he turned her head two or three times and look her into her eyes, without any kind of emotion. He slowly take a rope that was hanging from the wall nearby, pass it around the Espeon's neck and then give the other end to Faustus. "Can you escort her to the refuge please?" he asked him, even if it was more an order than a question. With the rest of the rope, he attatched the supplies two by two, and then put each pair of bags on every eeveelution before moving by the door.

"The house is not so far away. If we can make a run for it, everything will be fine. Faustus and Adalia will go first, then Joshua and Eleroo. I'll remain behind to cover you if anything gets in your way." The Haunter paused to look outside of the PokéMart, but the town was already roaming with infected. Fortunately, despite the presence of infected, the straight line to Kurt's house was clear. For now. "On the count of three, you better run like you never ran ever in your life. I'll try whatever I can, but if you fall behind... I can't garantee I could fetch you back. You better not fall."

Another quick look to confirm the path was cleared.

"One..... Two....


.....


THREE!"

(P.S. : Guys, do not forget to change your time in your description. Everyone should have the same time as me. Thanks)

"I'm Joshua...Just Josh is fine though...I guess." The Phanteon nods, carefully examining the purple Eevee. He seemed... familiar. Had he met him before? He couldn't recall an Eevee like him... He shook the thought out of his head, grabbing a hefty amount of kibble. Getting ready to leave, he stopped when he heard crates toppling onto the ground, sharply turning his head to find that the Espeon caused the mess. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't m-mean to." He frowned. "...Hard to believe."

The howls and barkings grew louder and relentless, and the Phanteon's fur pricked with frustration. "Shit," he cursed, scowling as he looked around. He watched as Xander observed Adalia, before giving her a leash of rope and handing it to him. "Can you escort her to the refuge please?" He nods, carefully taking the rope in his mouth along the bags of food. "The house is not so far away. If we can make a run for it, everything will be fine. Faustus and Adalia will go first, then Joshua and Eleroo. I'll remain behind to cover you if anything gets in your way." "Sounds good."

"On the count of three, you better run like you never ran ever in your life. I'll try whatever I can, but if you fall behind... I can't garantee I could fetch you back. You better not fall." Nodding, he got into a ready stance, paws tingling as he waited for the signal. His single eye brightened with a dancing fire, legs shaking only slightly in anticipation. This reminded him of the old days, back when he used to take impossible risks--jumping from rooftops to facing of against some of the most dangerous Pokemon of the forest. He grinned.

"THREE!"

Right at the signal the Phanteon was already sprinting, his ethereal body becoming one with the darkness, his paws almost invisible from the speed he ran. He could hear the undead drawing closer. "You ain't gon' get me, filth!" he laughs, dodging a boulder as he spared a quick glance behind, making sure the Espeon was following. (Which she was, but not very well--Faustus realized he was running too fast.) As soon as he got into the house, he flung the bags of food into a corner, along with the rope, waiting for the others to get in.

The loud clangs and bangs of boxes falling over caused the little Eevee to wince and drop his stack of food supplies the few inches back down to the floor. "Watch it." He huffed at Adalia, licking one paw and swiping it over an ear. Stopping mid-motion Eleroo's ears flicked straight up, quivering slightly as eery cries could be heard in the distance. Undead. It was getting cold now that the sun was gone, but the chill that ran down his spine wasn't natural. "Shit," Faustus mumbled, looking about for the unseen sources. Xander also heard the dangers, though they were heard to miss, and quickly devised a plan to avoid them that he explained to the rest of the group.

"On the count of three, you better run like you never ran ever in your life. I'll try whatever I can, but if you fall behind... I can't guarantee I could fetch you back. You better not fall." Well that sounded.. risky. With a heavy sigh though Eleroo had to agree there wasn't much else they could do. There was plenty of rope within the Pokemart that Xander used to tie the foodstuffs to the Eeveelutions like saddlebags, as well as one to allow Adalia some guidance via Faustus. With the bags to his sides, the stubborn Eevee was able to take the candies in his mouth. Good.

They were to run in pairs to a house not too far away. Luckily the Phanteon would go first, leading the way for the Eevee's. Things seemed to slow down. Xander counted to three, the launch point, and the ghost type burst away from the group dragging the blind Espeon behind him. Apprehension made the Eleroo's browns paws wait before starting his run. From ahead he could hear the call, "You ain't gon' get me, filth!" Well, at least he was alright. The Espeon behind him was stumbling to say the least as she attempted to keep up and dodge anything in her way though it was impossible to see.

Gathering his courage Eleroo dashed out after the pair of older Eeveelutions with Joshua at his side. Though running felt clunky and disorganized with all the added weight to his body he pressed on as the growls and whines of the undead fast approached. The lavender twin-tail lead the way for the Eevee but as the lead rounded a boulder he had to make a sharp, sudden jerk to narrowly avoid it. Joshua on the other hand didn't have as much warning and crashed against it with a loud smack.

Adalia seemed to of dropped her rope at the sound, slowing her stride so she could turn to help her companion. What the blind creature could do to help, Eleroo didn't know, so he simply pressed past her. Shrieks from the undead sounded so close that his brown pelt stood on end, speeding his dash until he could see the dim shape of Faustus once more.

There was a flash, with the corner of his eye Eleroo saw a set of claws narrowly miss his face. Whatever had tired to hit him, stumbled away after missing with crimson eyes blazing. His small brown paws were uncontrollable for a few moments, skirting the ground with uncertainty. He was barely able to recover them with only a sparing glance at the undead heading back to where he had been. To where, the others were.

Eleroo didn't notice his paws were slowing down. His glance changed to a stare back at his tracks, not caring to avoid any debris in his way as he ran. Sounds of undead, cackling animal-like noises filled the area as dark shadows moved in like a plague. There voices were dwarfed by the pain-filled shrieks of a young male and female voice. The pleas of torment pounded against Eleroo's eardrums. His brown eyes squeezed shut as he ran forward. I can't do anything.. With each cry a veil of cold coursed through his body that threatened to stop him all together. Im sorry.

His pads felt the floor of the refuge. Safe in the house, the Eevee collapsed to the ground heavily panting. The screams continued to cause his ears to quiver for a few more moments before they stopped altogether. Stopped, forever. His panting stopped, withheld on his tongue. With a small gasp in and a longing stare to Faustus, the Eevee whimpered meekly, "They're gone.."

((Harbing both Joshua and Adalia.
Since Xander was in the back, patch things in if you want Keb.))

As Xander opened the door to let the others run away, he couldn't help but to whisper a soft "Mother of Arceus". Unfortunately for them, the path was swarmed with undead of every kind and shape. From the most recent ones that are not so infected-looking to the oldest ones that merely looked like the Pokémon they were before, every kind of undead was there. But it didn't impressed the Haunter, who charged both of his claws with Shadow Balls. One after the others, he threw them at the infected, sometime only barely bouncing on them because of their state of infection, but other time litterally destroy its target, thanks to the type advantage and such.

As the others progressed in their run agaisnt the living deads, Xander felt his energy slowly diminishing. His lack of food and proper sleep have affected him more than he though, but he refused to give up his comrads to the claws and tooths of those monstrosities.

All of suddens, an undead that he can't even put a specie on it tried to bite him, or so he thought. Blasting away the upper part of the creature's head, Xander heard a terrifying shriek. A female one. He looked again and saw Adalia was being attacked, as well as Joshua. He rushed to help them, sending adrenaline-boosted Shadow Balls at the infected surrounding them, even took some in his claws to throw them away, but he knew it was hopeless. They were already bitten, and their shrieks of pain only bring the attention of the undead in the area, which swarmed on them like a bunch of Combee over an opened Honey jar.

Xander rushed to the destination to see whoever was still alive. Upon entering, he saw Faustus ane the little Eleroo, collapsed on the floor. The Haunter didn't even had opened his mouth that some undead tried to enter by the main door. Xander pushed the door back on them and their horribly disfigured muzzles. Surely, they were Houndoom or something. Searching frenetically around, he retreive the lead pipe he dropped earlier in the day and started to frenetically hit the beasts. One by one, whining, they retreated to probably feast on the two unfortunate souls that had fallen, more easy to get. At the last one, Xander hit the muzzle so hard the bone cracked with an echoed SNACK! The upper jaw breaking in half and making a weird 45° angle.

As the last hound retired, the Ghost Pokémon ordered the two others to bring him a huge plank or something to block the door, because undead were still eager to ram against the door to fetch the last survivers of the late group they former not ten minutes ago. The howling, snarling and ruckus of the infected was so loud that he had to actually shout them: " QUICK! I NEED SOMETHING TO BLOCK THAT FUCKING DOOR!"

Heavy panting ceased his small chest and caused pain to bellow through his lungs. From the added weight of the food to the panic increasing is strides, the weak Eevees body was not used to that sort of exertion. That's pretty sad as he didn't run all that far. Maybe the combination of everything was making him extra shaken. Yeah, that was it..

Eleroo flicked his eyes up to see Xander rush in. The feeding undead followed, blood-slick muzzles pushing desperately in threw the door Xander was shoving closed. immediately he was on his paws, body trembling in freight. So much feeling, it was too much for the Eevee. The ghost forced the undead back out, shouting in demand, "QUICK! I NEED SOMETHING TO BLOCK THAT FUCKING DOOR!" Who knows how long just the door and Haunter could hold..

The Eevee's eyes darted swiftly about the room. He was too small to move anything major, Faustus could do that, but what about something light? She spotted a sturdy looking chair. Chairs usually held doors closed pretty well right? The more chairs, or any furniture really, they put against it the better as well, right..?

Shaking away his own thoughts the Eevee bounded over and shoved the wooden seat with his forepaws, moving daintily with his hind ones. It moved with relative ease, to Eleroo's releif, over to the door. "He- here." He muttered meekly to Xander. Hopefully the Phanteon could get something sturdier.

As he was still leaning against the door to prevent anything that was outside to enter, the little Eleroo pushed a wooden chair at Xander. Without even thinking, he grabbed it and put the back of it against the knob, making sure it won't move off and slowly let go. He thanked the little Eevee for the help. However...

"BAM! BAM! BAM!"

As he expected, the infecteds that tried to enter earlier are now ramming against the door. On the plus side, the chair Xander got wasn't just looking sturdy: it was also somewhat strong enough to contain the violent assaults of the infecteds. Unfortunately however, the door wasn't in the same condition: Cracks were already starting to cover the simple wooden door, and it won't resist any longer if they didn't act quickly.

" GATHER EVERYTHING YOU CAN! WE MUST BLOCK THAT DOOR!" the Haunter shouted, the area still being surrounded by howling and other undead sounds. Xander couldn't even heard himself thinking because of their parody of what they once sounded like. He started to gather anything he could put his claws off: Rocks, Debrits, Planks, Human object... He threw everything at the door, making a pile against it. He then realised they haven't the time to get a pile big enough when a wood panel completely detached itself from the door, leaving a small gap where the infecteds extend their paws, trying to fetch the survivors. Xander gived a quick look for something, anything big to assure them a relative safety. He then saw a broken couch, missing two legs on one side, near the gravels pile. It was probably a Chestefield or something, but it was big enough to block efficacely the door. Pointing at the broken couch, he shouted "HELP ME MOVE THIS!" as he floated to it and tried to lift and drag it at the door.

Each hair on his brown pelt was ice cold and spiked up in fear. Sure the chair was holding the door just fine, but the door itself was not. Splintering creaks of snapping wood wracked his ears along with the sound of snarling snapping undead. Soon, there safe haven wouldn't be very safe.

"GATHER EVERYTHING YOU CAN! WE MUST BLOCK THAT DOOR!" The Haunter hollered looking about the room for something big enough to cover the entire door. There, a couch. The old thing was plenty large enough yet dread made the Eevee swallow hard. Why did he have to be so small and weak? There was no way he could push that thing, or even be much assistance to the others. Maybe.. with a combined effort they could?

The scrabbling and snorts of the undead attempting to break in snapped the Eevee back. There was no time to doubt himself now. Bounding over to the far side of the couch where Xander was Eleroo launched himself into its side with a Tackle. The aided power gave him a slight boost of, if nothing else, moral while he pressed against the piece of furniture with his tiny shoulder. But a stabbing pain struck his heart at the blow. He winced hard at the pain. As he shoved, it slowly faded. His precious necklace wouldn't poison him until he was hit. If they could keep the undead out, hopefully, that shouldn't happen.

Even with the help of the adrenaline still flowing into him, Xander had great difficulties to move the couch toward the door. After all, it's been at least 2 days he haven't ate anything nor had decent sleep. The fact that the couch was actually rather heavy wasn't helping either. Nonetheless, the couch was still moving toward the door, and that's what only matters for now. The Haunter wasn't going to let the others down, not after all the trouble they had to get there in one piece.

Xander suddenly felt like it was easier to move the furniture. The Haunter smiled as he saw the little Eleroo was helping him. They successfully moved the couch all the way to the door, who was on the verges of breaking loose, the infected hounds still ramming against it. Xander put his side on the ground as he motionned toward the other end, gently pushing the Eevee, claiming that there was only one thing left to do.

With all that was left of his energies, the Haunter lifted the side of the couch and with one final effort, he lifted it completely on the other side. The weight of the couch makes it lean against the doorway, blocking it completely. In no way, even if the hounds could break apart the door, they could get through the couch now. They were safe for the moment.

Xander crahsed against the floor, unable to even float after that burst of energy. Every fiber of his gaseous body urged him to sleep, but he forced himself to be awake as much as he could. In a last effort of counsciousness, he looked at Eleroo and spoke with a tired and out of breathe voice. "We.... made it, little guy... We...We're safe for now.... I hope you.... don't mind if I sleep..... a little, don't you?... Hehe.... I leave you the first shift.... Goodnight." Unable to maintain conciousness, Xander's eyes closed as he drifted into sleep.

"They're gone.."

Opening his mouth to protest, to cry that it wasn't true, the Phanteon only found a choking gag emit from his throat. "...why?" he mumbled, looking back towards the door he came in through. It was true that he had only known them for a few moments but... Their company wasn't unappreciated. Especially the purple Eevee, whom Faustus felt like he knew. His scent smelled so familiar... It reminded him of home. 'Home. I wonder where that is.' He felt a bitter taste on his tongue. 'I wonder where Odette is...'

"QUICK! I NEED SOMETHING TO BLOCK THAT FUCKING DOOR!" napping his head up and looking at the door, the Phanteon began to move. His ethereal body swiftly pushing against a table and towards the entrance. He strained his body to move the furniture, careful not to snap the legs as his claws dug into the floorboards as he inched at a moderate place towards his goal. It wasn't long before the wodden surface joined the pile of knick knacks. "HELP ME MOVE THIS!" Bolting back to the couch, he helped the Eevee and Haunter move the item, shoulders and sides sore from friction and pressure.

Finally with the couch barring the door, the other ghost-type had fallen asleep, leaving the first shift to the Eevee. Faustus turned to him. "I'll take the night shift. I'm not too tired," he offered, stretching out his sore muscles in an attempt to relieve them of pain. "I'll wake you two up if anything happens, so just have a good rest."

The couch felt as though it was gliding across the floor though Eleroo knew it was because his bits of effort weren't doing a darn thing to the massive piece of furniture. His jaw and eyes clenched from the pain pulsating from his chest, desperately trying to ignore it with physical effort. With all of their combined effort, namely the two ghost types, it moved over to the door in which Xander flipped the couch about like a rag-doll into a sturdy position. The whines and whinnies of the undead could still be heard, it didn't seem likely they could burst through their defense. At least for now, they were safe.

Eleroo panted as the Haunter slumped to the floor in a heap of gas. "We.... made it, little guy... We...We're safe for now.... I hope you.... don't mind if I sleep..... a little, don't you?... Hehe.... I leave you the first shift.... Goodnight." With that he was out. Well. The Eevee didn't even know how to protest, unable to understand why the first watch would go the newest member of the group. Guess Ive gained his trust already. His head tilted to the side a bit at the thought. Such an interesting Pokemon, trusting from the get-go. Guess with the situations life was throwing out now that was a required trait. He shrugged.

The Phanteon was relaxing his muscles after the sudden strain, "I'll take the night shift. I'm not too tired," he offered the Eevee with that kind face of his. His brown eyes suddenly felt bit heavy, maybe he was more then just physically tired. "I'll take the second one then." Eleroo stepped away from Koli, looking about for a spot to curl up. Though there were other and better places to sleep his eyes were immediately drawn to the couch propped against the door; it was tall like a cats perch and remotely soft looking.

Padding quietly over he climbed carefully up the pile of things blocking the door, taking one final hop to get on top of the couches side. "I'll wake you two up if anything happens, so just have a good rest." He looked over the room, easily able to see everyone from up here though the light was dull. "Don't hesitate." Kneading the fabric for a moment he sat down, curling his paws underneath himself until they were no longer visible. He waited for the tiredness of his eyes to take over, staring as Xander sleep and the changing light from a window. He looked to the food they had all brought, but thoroughly ignored in the panic that had ensued. Hungry was the last thing he was now. Finally he laid his head down and let sleep consume him.