Gunshots whizzed over my head. I clutched my spear tightly as I ran. I wasn't sure whether the bullets that flew past me were from a friend or a foe. All I knew was that I had too keep running in the opposite direction of them and pray that one didn't hit me. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. A small chunk of metal had grazed my skin. I winced at the pain, but I didn't stop. The grip on my shield did not lesson even for a moment. My pace did not slow. I had dealt with much worse before. I didn't know much, but I knew what was necessary to survive. And that was to sprint as far and fast as possible from the direction I had escaped from. I wouldn't stand much of a chance against a duo of gunmen. I had a spear, metal shield and a dagger on my belt. My belt was wrapped around my shorts. My chest was bare barring a small necklace I always wore. What I would have given for some sort of clothing top. But I ran right after doing my "job" so I didn't have any clothes on besides my shorts at the time. I had to simply grit my teeth and withstand the stinging pain the snow brought to my bare feet.
The gunshots grew quiet. I decided to slow my pace down to a gentle walk. Not because I was tired or injured, but because I needed to think. I apparently had come from outside "there" but I had no memory remaining of my life before I was taken. I tried to remember, but nothing came to me. Then I realized that another key memory was missing. How did I get here? One moment I was finishing my job, the next I was near the exit. Dozens of voices rang in my head telling me to run, keep going, and never look back. As I ran outside the guards must have realized I was going to make it. But by then I was long gone.
Drops of blood slowly trickled out of my left arm, staining the snow red as I walked. I covered my wound with my right hand as to not leave a trail for them to follow me. I knew that someone would look for me. If I was found, only pain and torture would've awaited me. But I had no idea what to expect out here. It could be worse. I knew what would happen if I went back, but the outcomes of being here were still a mystery to me. What to do?
It was at this moment that I had an epiphany. I was making my own decision. For the first time in- what, twelve years?- a choice is not being made for me. Was I... free? No, that was impossible. "Free" was impossible. I knew it. The others knew it. All we could do was try to survive. But now to survive, I had to deal with the foreign. An environment that I knew very little of. Make decisions on my own for the first time in over a decade. And find out where to go from here. Is there anything beyond these frost covered woods? There must be. Otherwise where would have all the newbies come from?
Since I had no idea where I was going, I decided to keep going in the direction I was currently headed. I removed my hand from my wound. The pain was as strong as ever, but the bloodloss had slowed down considerably. My arm would be alright for now. However, the rest of my body as in critical danger of being afflicted with hypothermia. My muscles were strong enough to withstand some cold, but I had very little body fat which made it difficult to contain my body heat.
Suddenly, I heard a growl to my right. Standing there were three Mightyena. I had apparently stumbled into their territory.
"Damn, not now," I said to myself. I could see my breath with every word I spoke. The Mightyena closest to me lept forward, bearing its fangs. I held up my shield in defense. Its face collided into the shield with a loud bang. Wasting no time, I drove my spear into the Mightyena's head. The other two, enraged by my murder of their friend, pounced on me both at the same time. A predictable move that would soon be their last. I jumped backwards as far as I possibly could. I landed nimbly on my feet a few yards away from them. I swiftly hurled my spear at the Mightyena to my right. The spear lodged itself in the Mightyena's eye as I had hoped. The disoriented beast howled in pain as it tried to keep its balance. It's partner stared at it in horror, leaving it completely open to my next attack. I drew my dagger out from within my belt and pounced upon my foe. It tried to bite me but I was faster, allowing it to only get a nip on my wrist before I ended its life for good.
"You didn't need to do that," said a voice. I had been hearing strange voices in my head for a while now. They were trying to give me things I had lost long ago; hope and a conscience. They wanted me to be kind to Pokemon. But how could I be kind to creatures that existed solely to murder me? I didn't know and I currently didn't care.
The second Mightyena was on the ground, twitching violently. I wanted to torture it and give it a painful death, but I didn't have the time. I slit its throat and pulled my spear from its eye. I felt its body and blood. They were warm. I used my dagger to remove the creature's pelt. It was covered in blood, but that blood was a comforting bit of heat. I wrapped the pelt around my body to help me get at least some warmth. I did the same with the other two creatures. I cut off a bit of their flesh. It was horrible to eat but it would do. I needed some sort of sustinence to keep me going. I couldn't stop to rest. I needed shelter and fast. Good people supposedly existed somewhere. I had to find them if there were any left in this world.
I had been walking for only a few minutes when I came to a cliff at the edge of the forest. I surveyed my surroundings below. In the distance, I saw... something. Structures of some kind. They weren't underground, so perhaps I could find some help there?
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud roar behind me. A few feet away stood a massive white creature with deep, red eyes. An Abomasnow. I had fought many of these before, but I was in top health then and was prepared. Another major difference between the past and present was that I wasn't a few mere feet away from the edge of a cliff back then.
The monstrosity before me swung one of its great tree trunk-like arms at my head. I blocked it with my shield but I staggered backwards. With its other arm it swept the area in front of it leaving deep scratches on my chest. I yelled in pain. I struck it in the chest with my swear. With one last mighty roar of pain it swung it's right arm out and connected it with my chest. I was sent flying backwards and off the cliff. The last thing I remembered was a rocky edge flying by me before everything went black.