Mauville City [Ground Floor]/Late Night (1)
Sirius might've known that the peace wouldn't last.
One minute he'd been having quite a nice chat with the first group of survivors he had met in ... well, quite a long time, planning to head into the nearby Poke Mart for some supplies, and the next they were fighting for their lives as yet another horde of those mindless, drooling idiots swarmed in and ruined everything. If there was a way to be able to do anything without the risk of having your throat ripped out at any moment, Sirius wanted to know how to do it.
At first, they'd been quite successful; most of the undead were moderately leveled at best; the scariest one had to be a rather disgusting Linoone that had flown at him and nearly managed to bite him. The bastard had the nerve to actually pin Sirius to the floor; the Delphox using his staff to hold back the snarling creature before knocking it away and toasting it to a crisp with a quick Mystical Fire. Honestly, not much of a challenge; even the fairly mediocre-looking crew he'd picked up weren't doing too bad.
But then the Garchomp had arrived.
It had just ... appeared out of nowhere. Before any of them could do a thing, that Purrloin - whatever her name was - had been snatched up in the jaws of the massive, rotting dragon, screeching out a gurgling scream as she was chewed to a pulp. Sirius had been livid - how dare it come along and do that! He'd fired a Shadow Ball straight into the creature's chest ... and it did next to nothing. The Garchomp had barely looked at him at it finished its snack. He'd tried again - nothing. Not even Dazzling Gleam had left anything more than a bruise on the dragon's hide.
Shit, Sirius had thought.
What came next was utter chaos; everyone had worked hard to bring down the beast only to get themselves killed. Next was the Frogadier, decapitated by one swing of the Garchomp's claw. Then came that Umbreon guy, screaming in agony as he was gutted alive.
Shit, Sirius had thought. Shit, shit, SHIT!
They were not going to win this. Sirius managed to yell loud enough over the Umbreon's shrieking to get everyone's attention. "We got no chance against this one! Follow me!" He dashed out of the square and into the building, holding up his flaming staff for some light. Dark red eyes lurked in the blackness, their owners snarling and cackling at the sight of fresh meat. He swung the flame at the horde, repelling them long enough to spot a stairway at the end of the corridor.
"The stairs!" he called over his shoulder to the group, deploying a Psychic on a Manectric that had lunged at him. He threw the thrashing monster aside before following the others, extinguishing his flame so that they were covered by the darkness. "Straight ahead! Hurry!"