The ensuing explosion from the landmine cluster ripped Trucker and Lucario to pieces, but there was a survivor.
Said survivor was about to be discovered by two witnesses to the explosion: a bearded man wearing a blue button shirt, and his Arcanine.
When the two of them rushed back to the punji pit, they made a gruesome discovery.
Dead Sexy and Vulpix both landed back into the pit, and the latter face planted right onto one of the spires, killing her, but the former, despite having her legs blown off, was still alive, but in great agony.
"Shoot me," the woman told the man, wanting to be put out of her misery.
"No, I'm not gonna shoot you," he said, not wanting her to die.
This didn't go so well with Dead Sexy; her beloved Pokémon was dead, and now she was bleeding out.
In her own frustration, he snatched the gun away from the man, who tried to take it back.
"Let go, you fucking snowflake!" she yelled, as she put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger, reuniting her with Vulpix.
The man was shocked by this action, but he had no time to think about it, as he still needed to escape the people shooting at him and Arcanine.
Looking back into the woods, he saw Arcanine running through the trees, thus prompting him to run after the big Pokémon.
Fleeing for his life, he came to a wire fence separating the woods from a long road.
His Arcanine had made it safely to the other side by jumping over it, and was standing near the side of the road with a Serperior, who also jumped across.
The man wasn't the same size as the two Pokémon, so he'd have to climb the fence.
Before he did though, he saw some rustling in the trees, and the first thing that came to mind was that the hunters ran after him.
Someone emerged from the bushes, but unlike the man's expectations, it wasn't a hunter he was aiming his gun at.
It was the same man who opened the crate that the Topegi, Randy, Sylveon, and the weapon rack were inside, and he had his Jigglypuff with him.
"Don't shoot, asshole, I'm on your side!" the man said, convincing him to put his gun down.
Three more humans and two more Pokémon arrived as well, and Randy and Sylveon were among the group, as well as a man, a woman, and her Braixen.
The man was wearing a white coat, and a black shirt underneath, as well as matching shorts, a gold chain around his neck, and black and white sneakers; he kinda looked like the famous rapper Vanilla Ice, and he looked nice too, so let's call him Vanilla Nice.
The woman with the Braixen was wearing a red, plaid sweater with pockets, and a blue shirt underneath, and she had big red hair.
"Is that Serperior yours?" the man with the Arcanine asked Vanilla Nice, pointing to the Serperior.
"Yeah," he replied, "I assume you're the Arcanine's trainer?"
"Of course," the man said, as the man with the Jigglypuff looked out at the road.
"Road means civilization," he said, "Civilization's our fucking friend,"
"Well, the Arcanine and Serperior may have got across easily, but I doubt the rest of us can," Big Red said, "Looks like we're gonna have to climb,"
"You know what this shit is?" the man with the Arcanine asked everyone, "It looks like it's Manorgate,"
"Manorgate?" Randy asked in surprise, "My Aunt Mae has been doing a lot of research into that, I didn't think it was real!"
"Enough about that," the man with the Jigglypuff said, "We need to climb!"
Everyone started to climb the fence; for most of them, it was easy, but Jigglypuff had to be boosted up by her trainer.
When she tried to pull herself up however, she was struck by a flying arrow, knocking her down.
"What the heck?!" Randy exclaimed, "There are archers shooting at us!"
"Alright, new plan!" the man with Jigglypuff said, "I'm gonna run out there and try to stop them, you guys run ahead!"
There was no time for the others to object, as the man and Jigglypuff were already running in the hunter's direction, so they ran down the road quickly.
The man and Jigglypuff ran as fast as they could towards whoever was shooting at them, with the former firing blindly into the trees, hoping a hunter would get hit.
Unfortunately, Jigglypuff was struck right in the heart by an arrow, while her trainer was hit in the heart and neck, knocking them both down.
As the two wounded captives looked ahead, they saw a grenade flying their way, and landed right next to them.
Strangely, it didn't go off.
"Wait, why didn't it go off yet?" a female voice asked.
"Did you remember to pull the pin?" a male voice asked her.
"Oh, shit, I knew I was forgetting something," the female voice said, right before another grenade bounced towards them.
This time, the pin was pulled, so it actually went off.
The ensuing explosion was heard by the eight teammates running down the road.
"What was that?" Vanilla Nice asked.
"That was another one of us blowing up," the man with Arcanine said, "That's what it was,"
Fleeing down the road, they came across a nearby gas station, which looked promising, especially with the sign: 'Seek and you shall find'.
"Perfect! We can take shelter there!" Big Red said.
"Sylveon and I will wait out here with and keep watch in case those hunters show up again," Randy told the group, "You guys head in there and get help,"
Randy and Sylveon rushed up to the shack near the gas station, and took shelter, while Arcanine and Serperior rushed behind the store, and the Arcanine's trainer, Big Red, Braixen, and Vanilla Nice entered.
When Arcanine and Serperior ducked behind the building with the intent on ambushing the hunters, they weren't expecting five sentry guns with motion sensors to go off on them.
Inside the store, the bearded man, Big Red, Braixen, and Vanilla Nice were aiming their guns everywhere in case there were hunters hiding.
Luckily, the only people in the store were the shopkeepers: an old couple, and their Pokémon: a Minun, and a Plusie, but they thought the four were robbers.
"There's about $200 in the cash register," the old man told the group in a western accent, who weren't interested in their money.
The four used a shelf to barricade the door, and while Vanilla Nice kept watch for the hunters, the bearded man tried to get their location from the owners.
"Where are we?" he asked the two.
"Look, son, we don't want any trouble," the old man said, still not understanding, 'Just take the money,"
"I don't want your damn money!" the bearded man said, "Where the fuck are we?"
"Route 31, right outside of Elaine," the old woman said in the same accent, deciding to cooperate.
"Elaine, where?" the bearded man asked, "Which state?"
"Arkansas," the old woman told him, surprising everyone.
"We're in Arkansas?" Big Red asked.
Feeling desperate, the bearded man decided to see if there was a phone he could use.
"Please, sir, we have children!" the old woman said, "We have grandchildren too!"
"Look, we need a phone, do you have a phone?" the bearded man asked.
"The old woman responded by sliding a phone to the man, who picked it up, and dialed 911.
"Sir, what's going on here?" the old man asked.
"We're being hunted, that's what going on," the bearded man said.
"But y'all have guns," the old man said.
"Yeah, to defend ourselves," the bearded man clarified, just as the phone picked up the call.
"911, what's your emergency?" the operator on the other end asked.
"There's been a killing spree!" the bearded man said, "It's Manorgate!"
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm having trouble understanding you," the operator said.
"Let me explain," the bearded man began, "Me, my Arcanine, and a bunch of other people and Pokémon woke up with gags in our mouths, and people started shooting at us! They're looking for us right now!"
"Sir, I need the address of your emergency," the operator said.
"Do you want my home address?" the bearded man asked, starting to lose his patience, "My address in Staten Island, New York, where I went to a bar after work, and I don't remember anything because they drugged me, they drugged all of us!"
He then turned to the other three and asked where they came from.
Big Red came from Wyoming, and so did Braixen, while Vanilla Nice was from Orlando, Florida.
"Look, they grabbed us from all over, and they brought us here to kill us," the bearded man repeated, "They're probably coming down the fucking road, and they could be here any time now!"
"Okay, what is your current location, sir?" the operator asked.
"I'm at a gas station, near Elaine, Arkansas," the bearded man said.
"Well, there are a few gas stations there," the operator said, "I'll trace the call, try to stay calm, we're sending help,"
The line disconnected, and the bearded man looked back at his three comrades, who were relieved when he said that help was coming.
Big Red and Braixen had found some donuts, and were eating them.
"Son, would you mind putting your gun away?" the old man asked, "You seem pretty wound up, and you wouldn't want it to go off by accident, would ya?"
"It's not gonna go off on accident," the bearded man said, "I own 7 guns,"
"Why?" the old woman asked, "Why do you own 7 guns?"
"Because it's my constitutional right to own them as means of defending myself in case I'm getting shot at, which is exactly what's happening right now!" the bearded man explained.
"So… the people who are shooting at you… they're just exercising that very same right?" the old woman suggested.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" the bearded man asked, confused as to how deliberately shooting at random people counts as exercising constitutional rights.
"Will there be sugar after the Rebellion?" the woman quoted creepily.
"Is she okay?" the bearded man asked.
"Oh sure, she's fine," the old man said, turning to the bearded man, "How are you?"
The bearded man was feeling creeped out, and was about to suggest to the group that they should go, but when he turned around, he saw Big Red and Braixen choking.
The donuts they were eating were laced with poison, and they were dying.
As the bearded man and Vanilla Nice tried to help them, they saw the old couple, Minun, and Plusie were wearing gas masks, and the old woman tossed a toxic gas grenade onto the floor, filling the store with toxic gas.
As they panicked and tried to escape, the old man stot him in the face with a shotgun kept underneath the counter, while Minun and Plusie shocked him to death with their powers.
This left Vanilla Nice the only one left alive, as the old man got in his face.
"Don't make a mess," the old woman said, losing her accent and speaking with a normal voice, "I'm not cleaning him up,"
"You're going to Hell," Vanilla Nice told the old man.
"I don't believe in Hell," the old man said, also losing his Arkansas accent and speaking like the three people in the store, "As you so eloquently posted, I'm a 'godless elite'. For the record, asshole, climate change is real,"
Those were the last words Vanilla Nice heard before a strike to the head with the back of the old man's shotgun ended him.
"Hit the vent, honey!" the old man said to the old woman, prompting her to get behind the counter and flip a switch, opening the vents, and releasing the toxic gas from the inside of the store.
As the store cleared up, the old couple, Minun, and Plusie looked at the four corpses on the floor.
"I'll get a mop," the old man told his wife.