For 700 million years, nothing happened. Suns rose and set a countless number of times, greeted only by the faint cold wind and the wasteland that used to be the Earth.
Luckily 1 person survived it, but because he was out for so long, his memories of what happened to his world were long gone. All that was left that was keeping him alive was the power a Pokémon gave him. A Pokémon he would never see again, a power that has now ran out of energy.
The only thing it could do now before leaving him on his own to survive was to wake him up.
The ground was dry. He knew it was soil but it felt more like some kind of gravel. He was pretty sure it was dirty, he should probably get up.
Wait, where the hell was he?
He rubbed his eyes, his hands actually needed a while to find his face.
"I am really disoriented..."
He sat up and opened his eyes, expecting the light to sharply pierce his head, it was actually rather dark though, in fact, it was nighttime. All there was was dirt. Dirt as far as he could see. He couldn't see very far though. It was extremely foggy. He couldn't see much further than 50 meters. The only thing that was making noise besides the gentle wind was a fire burning not far from him. It was warm, but so was the rest of… Wherever the hell he was.
The sky was dark. Really dark. He couldn't see any moon or clouds though, because of the fog.
"Let's see. Are my Pokémon okay?"
He felt for his Pokéballs. They weren't there.
Did someone else have them? Did he put them away? Where were they? Were they safe?
He started to hyperventilate.
Without another thought he got up and ran in a random direction. Not a few steps later though it was obvious this quiet wasteland went on for longer than he could run.
"Okay, don't panic. I'm sure they're fine. I'll find a way back to them. I'll find a way back home, everything will be there. We'll all be good. Just try to... Rationalize your thoughts."
He thought. Was there any way to get back home? Surely there must be something I can craft...
Bingo. A compas.
His first ever memory was when he spawned in a jungle biome. Nobody by his side but a Squirtle. That was his spawn point. From there on, he began his journey across the world. The jungle he was in actually turned out to be a small island, and that there was a much bigger world outside that island. He made new friends, caught legendary Pokémon, learned how to efficiently explore caves, made new homes and so much more. One thing he realised is that a compas would always point in the direction of the spawn point. If he could just make one… He could make it home again. He sat down on a nearby hill and prayed that there was enough iron and redstone in this wasteland to get back to his part of the world and back to his Pokémon.
Little did he know he was home, and none of his Pokémon have been alive for 700 million years.