Year 2017

3 years after the death of Europe's civilization to Horzine's horde of infected and augmented undead. A few survivors persist. This is the tale of an unkown survivalist, and the hellhound from a by gone age.

Damien was munching on a grilled johnny cake sandwich. Which in all honesty was johnny cakes and a bit of something from the inside of a tin can. Roasted over a fire. He was a survivalist, he was not Police officer. He wasn't a skilled gunslinger. But he learned quick. Being only 16 at the time of the outbreak. He had to grow up fast. His once guilty pleasures turned simplistic.

Now Damien might have less hearing having to learn to shoot a scavenged AR-15 with no trainer, and only a few times in the shooting range with semi-automatic weapons. But Zeds aren't forgiving. He lost his eye that day, but he could have lost worst. He asked the trader to make him a glass eye. But all she could do was offer an eyepatch.

There was a rustling in the bush, He immdiently swallowed his bite and grabbed his go to side arm. A weathered 9mm handgun. He aimed it at the squinting his one eye but what came out was beyond believable, even after the world turned inside out.

"Hound...oom?"

The pokemon stared him in the eye and then looked at his sandwich, then looked at him. Again. This time with a pleading expression. Damien noticed her ribs were sticking out. Not a good deal of food in

the post-apocalypse. So he put down the sandwich next to him, and put the gun in it's holster.

"If this is a Horzein trick, It better be a damn good one"

She was halfway to taking the sandwich when her ears perked up and she started growling towards the road.

"Zeds Ok, stay he..."

Before he could even say fire the zeds were roasted by a Fire blast, courtesy of the Houndoom.

"Zeds don't attack each other..."

"Houndoom?" This had the houndoom's interest peaked, there was another who warred with these monsters?

"Oh, Nothing girl..."

He was just about to get up from his relaxed position when a strong paw pushed him down.

"Oof!"

She then proceeded to curl up and fall asleep on Damien's broad chest.

"Damn if this is a dream, I don't think I wanna wake up."

For the first time in over 2 years he felt something, Peace. Trying to get as comfortable as one can on grass, he slowly drifted off to sleep. The sound of two snores slowly fading into the night.