Milo really is starting to think that the world is against him. Not only is every twist and turns he took led him to whether another hoard of Zombies, he usually ended up in some places where human screams echos loud and clear across the dark ally way. That's probably a sign that he shouldn't stay. One good news he get out of all this is that the zombies finally stopped tailing him, he could at last walk his way. Giving an irritated wheeze, Milo thought nothing could be sweeter than death at the moment, maybe if he gave in to those rotten things and just let himself die, perhaps he could gather peace and tranquility to himself. But then as he thought about that choice, he couldn't help but think it'll be too unfair, both to himself and his comrades. They had survived till now with nothing but raw determination, it'll be quite the waste if they just let all that effort go. And with that in mind, Milo trudged on, Kiki close behind, waiting to see if anything would suddenly pop out on them. Sure enough, a zombies groans as it limped towards the trio. Milo bristled the moment his eyes laid on the monster and instantly clasped his hand over his mouth; he really don't want to attract more zombies than there already is, not to mention, there's only one zombie here, he could deal with it. "Ha ha...nice zombie, don't bite me, I don't want to become one of you just yet." Milo chuckled nervously, slowly backing away. The zombies didn't seem to care, well, of course they don't, they probably don't even understand human speech and emotions anymore, and decided instead, to fling themself onto the poor boy. "HOLY MOTHER OF-" he shrieked. Milo was never a Christian nor a Muslim or a Buddhist, but at this point, he didn't care and started to pray to all kinds of God he already knew, even Angels. He didn't know if the prayers were actually answered or its just sheer luck, but Milo was able to dodge the outstretched hands of the undead. Cursing half to himself, Milo grabbed Kiki, and threw out Phoenix. "Alright buddy, I've never done this before so I'll need you to cooperate with me alright?" He laughed nervously, clasping his hands together in a begging way, "Please?" He piped. Phoenix, bless his soul, is real understanding, and agreed to whatever Milo want to ask of him, giving a bark to show his consent. "Thank you so so much, alright, let see....er...flamethrower." Milo commanded lamely, as this is his first time ordering Phoenix to use a move for purposes other than performing. Phoenix used it alright, but was way more used to using the move for sparkling effects during a show, therefore the flamethrower came out bigger than it actually need be, and completely wiped out the lone zombie, leaving it as nothing but ash. Speechless, Milo thanked Phoenix and returned the Delphox, then gasp and ruffled his hair, "WHY WAS I RUNNING IF I COULD'VE JUST DONE THAT?!" He exclaimed, feeling real frustrated with himself for realizing that a lot of days too late, "BLAST MY MENTALLY CHALLENGED MIND." He growled.
