The small, mangy Cat Scratch Pokemon followed after Ark victoriously. Maybe he'd survive this.. and he had this Aggron to praise for his deeds. Though, right as he was about to thank fate for looking up upon the ship's crew, things got much, much worse.
The boat creaked and moaned, as it rocked from side to side, as if it were caught in a violent hurricane. Though, this only increased as the presence of a much.. larger being climbed into the ship. He felt the ship break before him and heard the violent shredding of wooden boards. He paused to look behind him, and sure enough, there was another Aggron rushing toward him, aiming to go after Ark.
Like any logical Pokemon would do, he threw his scrawny body out the way, though he was a bit too slow. Under the mighty muscle of the female Infected Aggron was his tail, caught in the midst of the heavyweight battle, which was most definitely shattered under the pressure. As expected, he screamed a blood-curdling scream. Luckily for him, the pressure inflicted on his tail only lasted a few seconds, but it still felt like the damage was still being inflicted.
Helplessly, Hermes watched as the Harbringer quickly snuffed out Ark's life like Carbon Dioxide would put out a victorious flame. This, of anything, horrified the Meowth. What big, muscular force would be there to fend off the infected? None. It took only seconds for him to realize that they were screwed. Utterly, completely, and universally screwed.
Hermes quickly went to comfort his tail, which looked anything like a tail now. It was a squished piece of flesh with bone spurs ripping from his skin. It bled at an alarming rate, but it would be survivable if he could find something to stop the bleeding. Though, in the conditions that they are, that would prove to be quite difficult.
The blood from his mangled tail seemed to attract more and more Infected. At first he was just a stepping stone, but now he was a delicacy. In other words, unless he could get away from this chaos, he was fucked.
An Infected Fearow from above swooped down and grabbed him by the left shoulder, which was an amazing feat considering it was only two feet larger than he. The virus proves to not only increase savageness, but also increase strength.. at least, that was Hermes's way of deciphering it. Though, commonly, he was wrong. This Fearow was probably just a freak show. Anyway, moving on..
He ultimately panicked. He used a few well-executed fury-swipes to slice the Fearow's foot that was keeping him suspended right off, causing him to fall from about seven feet in the air. It wasn't that high of a fall, but it was too high for his liking. He plummeted down, only to have a metal piece hit him square in the crotch. Ow!"Oh bloody fuck.."
He hissed to himself, sitting there. Oh, well, that was great. No pain, no gain, right Hermes? He looked up from the floor only to see that Fearow's foot still clutching to his shoulder, with its claws digging into his skin. Quickly, was painful as it was, he ripped the foot from his shoulder and threw it at the face of an Infected Fearow who was trying to eat off his tail. That apparently pissed it off, and it tried to maul him."NO!"
He cried, jumping up from his seat, dashing as fast as he could painstakingly go to avoid getting eaten alive. He looked up and noticed a rather interesting Rufflet perched on a ladder. It seemed to be directing that Breloom he saw a few moments ago, but it was really hard to tell over all of this noise. To Hermes, that Rufflet was his salvation. Sure it was navigating a Breloom, but that invitation might as well be his to share. Besides, moving to a ladder made more sense that surfing on ravenous birds.