-Chapter One-

*Stretches and yawns* "Where am I...?" I looked around to see myself standing at the beach. I turned around to see myself staring at burnt down trees. The sky was smoggy and dirty, filled with pollution. No other living thing was in sight. Ashes were everywhere, I coughed and choked on the dirty air as it entered my lungs. "Ack! What the hell is going on..." I looked in the distance to see demolished skyscrapers and partially destroyed factories, still pumping smog into the air. What was happening here? Where am I? What happened to me? These questions ran throughout my mind when I realized something. Why was I so small? I looked at my hands to see little, cream colored paws. Am I a Pokemon? How did this happen? I walked onward, looking for any other Pokemon. After about an hour of searching, I began to give up. No Pokemon, no clean water, and no food. Did I wake up just to die? I began to panic, and desperately called for help. Footsteps were heard around me. Someone was there. "Is he friendly?" I heard one whisper. "I don't know yet! Keep your distance! Remember what happened last time? We lost someone!" Said another, one a quick whisper. Suddenly, from the bushes, two Pokemon appeared. They were both bruised up. It was a Charmander and a Pikachu. They wore ragged neck scarves, and both wielded knives. "What do you want?! I don't want any trouble..." I asked, backing away. The Charmander spoke up. "We are scouts for the rebel society. We heard you yell for help, and we came as quickly as we could. However, we needed to investigate around your perimeter first. Last time we went, it was a trap. We lost someone. For all we know, this could be a trap too. Now it's your turn to talk. Who are you, and what the hell are you doing out here alone like this." I thought about what had happened. I woke up at a beach, walked here, and that was it. But my memory seemed to have deteriorated. I could not remember a large portion of my life, but I still knew I was. I was Keefe, a person with a bit of knowledge in the technical field. I could not remember where I had come from, who my family was, or anything important to someone on a personal level. I could only remember the basics. "I don't know, honestly. I woke up on a beach about a mile away from here. I can't remember much, but the forest near the beach was burnt to ashes. Where are all the pokemon, and what happened to this place? It's all destroyed and polluted..." "The place has been overrun. The "Supreme leaders", or so they call themselves, have formed a group of their own. They have kidnapped the strong ones and use them for labor work, or so I've heard, and hunt down weak ones like us. However, we were trained for speed, not strength. We scout areas looking for hostiles, and informing the others so we can take them out. Without us, we could be ambushed easily. But there are more scouts than just us two. The name's Vern. Sam, come here and introduce yourself, and hurry up, we have spent too much time here already...... Sam?" I looked around to see the pikachu nowhere in sight. Then we heard a sudden short shriek from the distance. "Sam?! Where are ya!" Vern dashed quickly towards the shriek. I followed. Vern was fast on his feet, I lagged behind. As soon as I caught up, I saw Vern staring down. He was both motionless and speechless. His face had turned cold. He was silent. I slowly walked next to him to see what he was staring at. It was Sam. His knife was to his throat, and there was blood leaking onto his body. He was dead.