Hello, This is Rainy1212, or as my real name goes, Alexandria.
This story, is a Apocalyptic type story.
AKA, Zombies.
But with Pokemon! Come on!
I know I shouldn't be a starting a new story, even when My Life Without Safety isn't being updated regularly, but hey, whatever.
This story is very, very, very bad, like, on the edge of a rated M story. The only major thing in here is bad language, and minor blood and guns.
Just a warning, don't go flaunting these bad words around if you're in elementary school.
Now, this goes away from a major Pokemon themed story. There isn't a gym battle, there isn't a Pokemon League, There isn't a useable Pokemon center, so it's different by a long shot. There won't be any of the Anime human characters in here, (Example: Ash, Brock, Dawn, Cilan, Iris, etc...) but the Pokemon species will be. (Pikachu, Rapidash, Suicune, etc...)
Oh, and the countries are misplaced.
Kanto(Canada & USA),
Johto(Latin America),
Hoenn (South America) are the Western Hemisphere
Unova(Asia) and
Sinnoh (Europe)are the Eastern Hemisphere.
But hey, a story is a story.
R&R
Enjoy
Disclaimer: Me, Alexandria, or Rainy1212, does NOT own Pokemon, or make any profit on it. If I did, I wouldn't be on Fanfiction, would I?
Why?
That was the question.
Who?
Kanto.
They couldn't keep the things contained.
These things, you ask?
The undead, or as all the "major" teen books that came out before the "accident", Zombies.
Now, back to the first question, why?
The authorities said they were making 'cyborgs to protect Kanto from any type of opposing force to dictate over the freedom of humans and Pokemon alike.'
After the accident, we all said BS to that excuse.
Well, those that were still alive.
Most of you are wondering who I am, that's simple, if I were able to remember.
I keep this diary, the one your reading right now, these words, written on old paper from a run down Staples, is how I remember everything.
I don't have a memory, and I can't remember why.
I only remember the accident, how my parents died, how I got my only Pokemon, Houndoom, everything.
Now, lets go back to the present times.
I live in the middle of nowhere, between Saffron City to the North-West and Fuchsia City to the South, a unnamed part of Kanto. I live with a Houndoom named Jak, and he was my starter.
I got him when I was 5, a little kid, not ready for a journey, but two years before my parents died.
Two years before I lost the ability to remember things.
It was funny how I couldn't remember the world ending, cites burning, children's bodies sprawled on the ground with blood in puddles that were like pools, but I could remember my mom's screams as the door of the car cut her leg open.
I have nightmares often about this, and I remember them the next day, the only thing that carries on with me, those memory of blood on the side of the car, me being lifted out with Jak, who was still a Houndour.
It was like a TV show being on replay for 8 hours, and you couldn't turn it off.
I can only wake up in the morning, feeling like a seven year old again, wanting to read every book I can get my hands on, wanting to play with the wild Pokemon. After I read my diary, I become the fifteen year old I actually am.
It's been 8 years since I lost the ability to remember.
2,922 days, and counting.
It's been 3 years since the start of the apocalypse.
1,095 days and counting.
Who knows how much longer I can take.
Anyways, before you decide to take this major step into reading about my lovely life, you need to know my name.
It's Kira
Welcome to my wonderful life.
Hope you guys enjoyed it, if I did bad, please tell me, if you have any questions, please ask, and I will answer.
Anyways R&R
I know it's really short, but they will be longer in the future, promise.
