The ferry holding a group of ambitious trainers docked on Unabara's shore, and the passengers stepped off, chattering excitedly with each other in groups. They were all talking about the same thing: the monster, and how they would defeat it. Even on that short time on the ferry, teams had formed and rivalries emerged. Apparently this was going to turn into a race as to who would capture the creature first. "Who cares who gets it first? I just wanna know what the thing is!" Griffin muttered as she broke away from the crowds and went on her own. While on the boat, she never really talked to anyone. With mostly bragging going on and wild ideas of what the thing was, she found her pokemon to be better company than most of those trainers. "We're gonna die, I just know it!" complained Bolt, bringing Griffin out of her thoughts. the girl looked down at her pikachu in amusement. "Oh yeah? How do you know?" Bolt glared up at her. "Because I know you! You'll get way too into this monster-hunting business and get too close to it or something!" he responded. Griffin sighed and rolled her dark brown eyes. "Ok, so I get too into things sometimes. But I'll be careful this time, promise!" reaching down, she ruffled the short fur on Bolt's head, and walked on, looking around. Unabara looked emptier than one would expect a city to look. There weren't many people walking or driving around, and even the ones that were looked extremely nervous. Quite a few buildings looked run-down, damaged, or altogether abandoned. Here and there Griffin could see wild pokemon of all kinds roaming around, many taking shelter in the abandoned buildings. Suddenly Bolt made a terrified, choking noise and pulled at Griffin's pant leg. "Look!" he cried, pointing to a building. It was apparently one of the stores the monster had ravaged. The roof had been torn off, and it lay at a crazy angle against the remains of the rest of the building. Gaping holes were torn in the walls, many of the windows were broken, and debris lay in almost every direction. Griffin stared and slowly shook her head, making her black and aqua ombre dreads sway. "If the monster can do that, what chance to we have?" Bolt asked, gulping. ~ A zoroark crouched on top of a low building, surveying the docks. He had watched the group of trainers alight from the boat onto shore. He shook his head as he watched them, making his long fur swing behind him. Obviously they were responding to that notice the mayor had sent out for the monster's capture, or death. If only they knew what it really was, or its true intentions. But then again, it might not even matter if they did or not. Humans could be cruel no matter what the circumstances. With a deep sigh, he used his claws to help him climb down onto the ground. Then after casting up a cloaking illusion to appear invisible, he came as close to the groups of trainers as he dared. It was a sure fire way to figure out what these humans were planning.