[ EU ] In Pokemon Zubats are annoying but laughably weak . Write a story that makes them absolutely terrifying .

Day 5: 
 
 Professor Oak was right; it was a stupid idea to come here without flash. The feeble light from my Pokedex is all the light I've seen for some time now. I do n't know how long the battery will last and I do n't know what will happen when it eventually runs dry. 
 
 It was easy at first. I came here with all of my pokemon well trained and well rested, eager for the challenge. It took my eyes so long to adjust to the darkness, but I found it welcoming after a time. The fire from my Charmeleon's tail lit up a small area around me, and I was able to make my way slowly through the mountain. Exploration of the tunnels was, is, perpetuated by the fluttering of wings somewhere in the murk. Zubats, throwing their infantile bombardment at my hardened pokemon; they were a delight, falling one after the other. I revelled in the easy experience my team was gaining. The Zubats were relentless, but fantastically harmless. Their allure drew me deeper and deeper into the labyrinth. 
 
 But every so often a Zubat would get lucky: hit my Pokemon with a confuse ray, get a few leech lifes in before they were brought down. Trivial damage, I thought nothing of it. My first shock was when a Golbat attacked me, screeching and beating its wings. Charmeleon took an unexpected battering, with successive wing attacks and confuse rays seemingly endless. It was then that I discovered how few potions I had brought with me. Cursing my foolishness, I set about in the opposite direction. Returning Charmeleon to his pokeball, I tried to navigate the inky blackness alone. That was day 1. 
 
 It is impossible to sleep in this place, and as another day passed by I found myself infuriated by sleeplessness. Finding my way back had proven more difficult than I could have thought, and though Charmeleon was now on his last legs, he continued to guide me through the ceaseless maze. He was brought down later that day, hurting himself in his confusion. Without a light source, the Zubats became only more persistent, emerging like bullets from the perpetual night, always taking my pokemon unaware. As they got used to our blindness they became more confident, attacking us in twos or threes. Their small bodies were nigh impossible to hit, never mind their nimbleness and speed. The rest of my team was reduced to flailing their limbs around, hoping to make contact with one of them. The swarms grew larger and larger, and I could n't help but feel as though we were being hunted. 
 
 With no idea whether we were making progress in any direction, the morale of e and my team slowly waned, as did our health. It was out of desperation that I finally thought to use my pokedex as a light source. The faint glow revealed a horrible sight: my arms are covered in bites from a thousand tiny gnawing mouths, as are my pokemon. I can feel the bites on my legs, on my neck, on my face. 
 
 Now they're all gone, my pokemon; brought low by the relentless onslaught of this monstrous horde. What could I do but grope my way along the rocky walls to a corner, and huddle away from this darkness, this invisible evil? As I sit here and wait for help, I try not to make a sound. They are out there, I know it. Every flutter of wings has me on alert, unable to close my eyes for fear of awaking to a swarm of them, biting and tearing. The pokedex light seems to keep them away, but it wo n't last forever. They are too many.
