Look, it's chapter 14!

I'm not sure if I'm writing enough about certain characters.

If you've got any characters you'd like to read more about, leave a review and I'll write more from their POV. Maybe even create a little scenario for them, yes?

Anyways, my comments/gratitude:

Thanks again to JustinThePokemonMaster and miss ASSASSIN MASTER for dropping by to read and review c: I'm glad I have support, thanks for reading!

Alpha The Loyalist Reader, I'm really grateful for your advice and I hope to hear you again. Thanks for reading, I'll start my second story soon c:!

Thanks for reading, the new chapter is here, cid neha! And yeah, sure, I'll be your friend i guess xD.

That's all I have right now. I don't really have much else to say, so let's go!

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I don't own Pokemon.

Chapter 14:

'Fate, just kill me now.'

It should've been over. He should've passed out before being eaten alive right then and there. However something was fueling his willpower. Pain rippled through his body until, for some reason, the pressure around his neck went slack. Vision hazy, he stopped his breathing and held his eyes slightly shut, leaving enough space between his eye lids to see.

Just above him was the shadow of the feral man. It had probably assumed that he was dead, as Paul could feel the man sink it's teeth into his right hand. He bit his lower lip, giving everything he had to hold in a screech rising in his throat. Tightening his grip around the spear beneath him, he slowly began to pull it out from under his back.

Sshck.

'Shit.' Paul froze as the spear slightly ripped across the ground causing the sound to erupt into the air. The savage made a inhumane growl that sounded more like a snarl before releasing it's jaws from around his hand. It looked upwards and straight into Paul's eyes with light confusion plastered across it's face. He could feel the fingers closing around his throat again. Eyes shut, Paul began to wildly thrash around, startling the creature on top of him. Although, because his arm injury had been violently pried open, his burning muscles were incredibly weak.

Wouldn't it be easier to just give up now? Why was he even fighting in the first place? Weren't they all just going to die here when winter came along? No, if winter came along? It took every ounce of the group's strength to survive for just four days. What made him think that they would survive a few more months? Dying would be the quickest way out. Even if Reggie would be alone for the rest of his life, he could probably make do with finding a girlfriend and getting married. As much as Paul hated to admit it, Reggie would probably make a really good father... Or mother. But he was hopeless. Paul knew that he had little to no chances of finding love with the way he acted. And it was too much energy to change himself for one person. He'd be better off dead.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it now!" Paul choked. However his actions seemed to be clashing with his words as he found himself unconsciously fighting back, with his good arm.

The last thing Paul had expected was for Dawn to regain her sanity. Or maybe insanity. Her shrill shriek was what made him snap his eyes open. If he let himself die here than the group's forces would drop. Who knows how many more of these 'things' there were. Of course, this was nothing like the zombie apocalypses he used to read about, but insane, cannibalistic people were just as dangerous.

"Die." He muttered silently, pulling the spear out from underneath him and slamming it into the man's head. It screamed in what Paul deemed as shock and pain, falling backwards onto the ground. Which surprised Paul as the man seemed to be full grown and taller than him. The plum headed boy floundered about before jabbing the carved out spear-head into the moist earth beside him. With a huff, he hauled himself up with his right arm, bringing his wounded left hand and arm to his chest. Blood soaked into his hoodie and the pain was almost unbearable.

As he moved to stand up, another snarl came from the direction of the feral man. Looking up, Paul's eyes settled on Dawn, who had came up from behind the man and tackled him. She was now sitting on his back, eyes narrowed. Paul winced, either it was from the pain of his arm and hand gushing blood hitting him again or that he was afraid she would savagely rip the creature apart.

"I got em', Paul!"

That smile. It was almost horrifying and yet it somehow brought warmth to the cold atmosphere. Shaking the thoughts and trying to clear his head, Paul lumbered over to where she straddled the man. He hissed and clawed at the ground in front of him, leaving long, deep marks in the soil as Paul stood just inches away from his reach.

"Returning the pain." Paul grumbled in a low voice. Dawn's smile grew smaller and softer as he twisted his spear into the man's hand. It wailed and howled in pain before Paul used his remaining strength in his arm. With a sickening crack and quiet thud, he skewered the savage's head.

Silence. It was silent for about five minutes until Dawn got off of the man's corpse and stumbled up to Paul. He knelt, grasping the shaft of the spear and letting his bleeding arm droop by his side. Pain. Too much pain. Yet for some reason, he didn't care. At least, not anymore. Reggie would be very disappointed with him, he knew that. His hands... With them he had taken the life of another. Paul didn't exactly know how to feel about that. It's not like he would get arrested for it. Even so, it wasn't something he'd do over and over again.

"Take off your hood." She interrupted his train of thoughts. Paul grunted before obeying, wincing as he had to pull his arm through the sleeve to take it off. The shirt he wore underneath was just as dirty with blood and mud as his hoodie was. Feminine hands folded his hood before wrapping it around his arm.

"Thanks..." He muttered, quietly, twitching as she moved part of the thick fabric over his hand. The worry that one of his arteries had been severed still circled through him. It hurt a lot, although he didn't want to be one to complain as he usually called people out on that. Paul could feel the warm dampness pressing into his flesh as the hoodie soaked up his arm.

"We should get back and do something about that." Dawn kneeled next to him. "Can you stand?"

In response, he gave a curt nod before rising to his feet. Yeah. This girl definitely had some sort of split personality lurking deep within her. And it seemed that it only leaked through when she was in fear. Hopefully she wouldn't act like that if something or someone made her mad. Everyone would end up dead in their sleep if that were the case.

Unconsciously, Paul stepped closer to Dawn who was also getting up and onto her feet. She looked up at him with slight confusion. The blood that tainted her light skin and clothing, the blood that smeared across her wrist and mud that caked her boots. No matter how horrifying it seemed, it felt somehow comforting. He mentally smacked himself. Was this just some sort of coping mechanism he had? To want to cling to the closest thing there?

There was a reason he was fighting. There was a reason he wanted to stay alive. And there was a reason why he wanted to protect the group.

All of his strength and hope. Everything.

Wordlessly, he lurched forward and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame.

Was all.

For her.

Faster. Faster.

Her makeshift splint swinging back and forth, May pumped her arms as fast as she could. It seemed that she had loads of stamina that she hadn't used in the last few days. Which was disappointing as she loved to run. Ahead was the large mound of burnt scrap metal that was once referred to as an aircraft. The plane seemed to be smoking but aside from that, the once raging fire was reduced to small flames trying to melt away the remaining metal.

Slowing herself to a walking pace, she crept towards the plane. She had no fear of coming across corpses as they were most likely all burnt or eaten away. Different parts of the said aircraft were flung everywhere. There were some in the water sticking up and out of the ground, those in which were just barely visible. And others which were openly laying about on the sands of the beach. May moved to what looked like the remains of the main structure.

It had been completely split apart so the interior of it would be easy to enter. Stepping up onto a large hunk of metal partially buried in the sand, May scanned her surroundings. Looking down, she realized the she was standing on the engine nacelle. Hopping off, she decided to take a closer look around.

"Hey!" Her head shot upwards and looked in the direction of the voice. She found herself staring as the person came into sight. May's straight mouth curved downwards and into a frown.

"Oh. Hello, weed-ass."

"I see you're feeling better." Drew snapped sarcastically, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. His face seemed to be slightly covered with ash and his clothes looked incredibly sandy. What did he do, roll around like a dog?

"So, why are you here?" Eyes narrowed, she found herself in an intense staring contest with the boy. He flicked his hair before smoothing it back with his right hand.

"Wow, Maple, I know I'm sexy, but staring at me won't undress me." Drew grinned and commented cockily.

"And why the hell would I think about things like that?" May's eye twitched before she turned to the side and pretended to throw up.

"Anyways, apparently I have to accompany you on your little search for Pokemon. They were skeptical as to whether they wanted to leave me alone with you, but Misty said it might be good for repairing our relationship. Oh, and I think you know that I won't try anything." He shrugged before his grin disappeared into a more serious look.
"Why would you believe anything that she says? She's probably been awake for like, what? Less than two hours? What would she know about our situation?" May growled, turning around and rummaging through the sand around the plane. Something cold and hard lightly touched her hands as she began to dig it out of the beach. However, it turned out it was just a piece of useless glass.

"Well, she seemed smarter than you. Even if she is a bit hot-headed when it comes to Ash, she's still a valuable member of the group." Drew replied, getting down on his hands and knees to help her look. "Did you bring a Pokemon onto the plane?"

"Yeah, my Glaceon. It was in my fanny pack, but it's probably burned away by now. Though, there's still a good chance that the Pokèball survived." Standing up, she stepped into the destroyed interior of the plane and took a look around. Several structures of the seats were still intact, however the cushioning and fabric had been burned to ashes. Her hands fumbled through the rubbles of the crash site. She managed to pull out several different things, charred fabric, metal, and glass. Nothing essential to living. The charred fabric would probably disintegrate right away as it seemed extremely bitter and fragile in her hands.

"Hey, dumbass, look at this!" The chartreuse haired boy shouted to her. He crouched beside one of the seat structures and brushed something away with his hands. May walked towards him to get a closer look at what he had discovered. Her eyes widened as she saw what he had found.

"Catch."

A very familiar red and white ball was tossed her way. She stumbled a little bit before catching it in the nook of her arm which was held to her chest. May let her broken arm set on the ground as she moved to sit down.

"T-this is-!" Trailing off, her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yep." Drew nodded, smiling and giving a hair flick. "I'm totally awesome, you should thank me."

"Y-yeah! Thank you so much!" May held the icy cold capsule to her cheek. "Glaceon!" Lifting it up to the air, she pressed the button to maximize it. Closing her eyes, she waited for that wonderful sound of a Pokemon being released into the open.

Chapter 14 is done!
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And I think that this was one of my more favorable questions yet!

I managed to sneak a little Ikarishipping in there, but you'll probably get really mad at me next chapter, haha.

Red and Lucas have disappeared and Gary is in a coma.

Paul and Dawn are having a moment and May and Drew have made a discovery.

What else lies ahead for the group?

Until next time,

Feel free to leave a little review, I'd appreciate it!

~Bear