3 Years, it had been three years since Pokemon turned on humans, with motives similar to Team Plasma; better put, N's motives. Nothing much had happened, Pikachu abandoned Ash, who was traveling with Iris (Who was deserted by Axew and a few others) and Dawn (Piplup and Buneary and the rest of her Pokemon were goners.)
Several months after then run away, a virus starts spreading, one caused by the infamous smog of a Weezing or Koffing- however a Weezing's was much deadlier. Humans were dropping dead like flies, there was no cure. Soon after that ended, some unknown Pokemon (most likely electric) cut the power. No-one knew why they were doing this. Ash was determined to know.
Ash was staying in an old rustic house with no original inhabitants with Dawn (both clearly liked each other but were oblivious, making some situations awkward) a boy called Jack (Also liked Dawn, once again oblivious.) and May (Tried not to get involved in love, considering it was now a post-apocalyptic world.)
Ash was sitting on a stool in the kitchen looking at an old framed picture of Pikachu, he had kept it with him since he adopted Pikachu. For some reason, when he looked at the picture this time he felt a wave of anger. "WHY SHOULD I KEEP YOU, ALL YOU DID IS BETRAY ME!" Ash shouted in frustration throwing the framed treasure at the wall. His current residence was a rotting converted barn, the kitchen was from WW2; made clear from the all the memorabilia.
Dawn tip-toed down the stairs and sneaked into the kitchen. "Ash..? You alright?" She whispered caressingly. "Oh if only he were mine, the post-apocalyptic world would be much nicer, he hasn't exactly got the charisma anymore, however.." Dawn thought to herself. Ash let out a snort "You know the bloody emotion well enough, y'know, you and pi-" Ash was cut off by the groaning of a creature, a Koffing. Jack trotted into the kitchen holding an old Pokeball followed lazily by May, with a permanent face-palm towards Jack. "What makes you think it will work this time… bogus" May hissed grumpily. Jack was about to say a remark but was interrupted by May. "the 64th time's a charm". May was up late last night trying to find food, all she came back with were some slaughtered rattata she fought her life for. "Koffings.." May spat "if only those clouds were edible" she laughed with a scary aura. Quickly the horrible Pokemon's fumes flaked through the old smashed glass of what used to be a window. "We need to get out here, NOW!" Ash's adrenaline was still active from his outburst. They burst out of the house, having bags packed already thinking about leaving, conveniently a silver van with the bold letters P.I. drove by. "We've got three seats get on!" A man in uniform got out from the back holding a mandatory taser; his name tag read "Clemont". He was a tall blonde, obviously forced to work; he was no soldier. He ran off to disable the Koffings. Now Ash and co were left with three seats, and four guests. "Unfortunately; I can't say 'No man gets left behind'." The driver gloomy through the taxi like plastic window. Then one of the other passengers piped up, it was Paul. "How about a game of Russian Roulette." He snarked, giving Ash a dark stare. Next to him was Serena, another familiar face who looked like she had just been attacked, she had. But not by a Pokemon. Paul stood up from his seat holding a pistol, god knows how; he was obviously damaged mentally through trauma, at least that's what Jack thought, Jack didn't know Paul.
"Surround me in a semi-circle, I can play this without the equipment.." They did surprisingly, Ash wasn't as moral as he used to be, but he had a plan. Paul span around with his eyes 'shut', Dawn noticed he had one eye open a crack to aim for Ash. That was it, three plans were about to intercept. Ash dashed to the gun as Dawn went to tackle Paul, in the jeopardy Paul accidentally ended shooting May in the leg.