The Loss Of A World
Prolouge
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to lose it all? Everything you have, everything you lived for? How about if you lost it in a day, maybe twelve hours no less? I used to think that, I used to think about it a lot. I don't anymore. I don't have much of anything to lose in the first place. Not since the fateful day in which my reality crumbled before my eyes. My name is David, and this is the story of my survival.
It all started when the Ex-Unova champion Alder was killed in Johto. At first the major populace just thought that he had been mauled by a powerful Pokemon, and mourned the loss of one of their champions. It wasn't until someone pushed out a full scale investigation that the shit hit the fan. During this investigation they figured out it was a murder, normally they would find out who it was and punish them, but when they discovered that it was a member of Johto's government Unova wanted nothing to do with Johto or any of their people. It wasn't the riots that started the war (though of course they were the metaphorical kindling); it was when Unova learned of the criminal being set free as if nothing happened. The local government immediately demanded that he be executed (Johto and Kanto were the only regions still open to the death penalty).
The Johto government claimed that the accused would pay for their crimes. With "Probation". Three weeks later the Johto president was assassinated, and who was the immediate region they blamed? Unova. A full scale war broke out between them. Kanto sided with Johto, and Sinnoh sided with Unova; Kalos being the neutral region it was, refused to help either side out directly, but would give refuge to those in need, whether they be Unovian or Johtonian. Neither side liked this. Unova was more passive; Johto on the other hand immediately attacked Kalos, killing millions. Sinnoh and Unova were shocked by what the enemy region had done. It was then that they started their research.
They planned on making a bomb, one that could indefinitely stop the war, and they thought if they could somehow concentrate a Pokemon's power they could detonate it, in theory releasing all elements in a concentrated area. That was the plan anyways. It turned out that Johto with the help of Kanto developed a weapon much more powerful than anything Unova could ever imagine. It was calledThe I.N.D- in other words, The Implosive Nuclear devise, when it launched, millions upon millions of people could only watch as the war torn country was completely obliterated. The main idea of the I.N.D was that the second it detonated hundreds of meters above the region, nuclear radiation would be spread out over a radius of five thousand kilometers. It would then suck in everything within a twenty-five hundred kilometer radius, absorbing it all and inevitably creating a crater. All of Unova save for the outer cities became a gaping crater, and the radiation eventually traveled over the Sinnoh border.
Over time, disease broke out, and people began to think that the I.N.D had more then just radiation. This disease eventually travelled to Kanto and causedwidespread panic,and civilization was basically destroyed. The infected would eventually die, whether it be from the constant vomiting, fever, or the disease itself. No one knew, but they did know to steer clear of the cities, but some would stay within the vicinity. Many refugee camps were created. Almost all of them looked the same, about thirty five hundred square feet, with multiple house like tents scattered about. It fit about a hundred people; there were one hundred and twenty in the camp I was living in. People liked to tell stories within the camps. That's when the rumors began.
The rumors were laughable at first- people actually thought that the dead came back. Some people didn't believe the stories. I didn't either at first. Until one of the refugees in the camp died. Many refugees died, it was a natural occurrence, but people usually dragged the body away, never to be seen again. This time however was different; the person in question was a young boy. No one knew that he died. He was left in his tent. Well, until he came out himself. He was different. When he was alive he wasn't scared of anything. Not one thing. He was the one that would tell us teenagers to watch out, and his exact words are still burned in my head today. A lot of the time he would warn us he would say "Watch out for the dead that walk once more." Of course me being the ignorant teenager, I never believed him. But on the day that he died, I never again doubted somebody's word on the dead. On that day when I saw the kid come towards me I found him different the he usually was. He walked with a limp, he moved slower then ever, and those eyes, god those eyes I would never forget. They were not the usual bright blue; they were a duller shade, almost pale.
It was when he attacked me that I realized his previous words were true. When he attacked, all I could feel was the cold that radiated from his body. He was groaning, and it sounded inhuman to say the least. That's all I could remember, but when I woke up I was told everything. I was told that the dead in fact did come back. People were not informed this due to the risk of panic spreading throughout the camp. People liked to live in the fantasy that the dead stayed dead.
I should have known that everyone within the camp would get a rude wake up call.
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This has been your underworld ruler Half-Blood Hades, and I will see you next time.
