(On to chapter two, I wonder how long I can keep writing before I get bored with this. I've plan a bit more of the plotline. I think I need to write some of it down. But here is a bit more explaining… oh and ForcedDj, I've tried to add in the "War… war never changes" quote, however, I've changed it a bit).

Chapter Two: Good Morning, Good Morning

The first thing he could remember after the attack was being dragged. It was a few hours before being discover. While being dragged, the guy dragging him did not speak a word. Everything was blurry, so he couldn't remember that much. The next moment came very quickly, even though he knew a long time had taken place.

He could hear the radio playing a song. It was some heavy stuff, with lots of screaming. The lead singer was singing songs about angst and hate. It was the perfect music to wake up to.

"I think he's moving," a female voice said. Her tone was friendlier than the attacker.

"Leave him," another voice said. This one was older and deeper and wiser. "He still needs to rest."

"Yes, I understand," the female voice replied. The song had now changed, with another band playing. However, the song sounded mostly the same as the one before, with loud guitars and screaming vocals, this time singing about how the government treats people wrong.

He tried to move, trying to get up, but his body was still sore from the attack. He could move a single muscle. A combination of struggling to move and the noisy song on the radio, made him feel sleepy. Not before, he drifted way again.

He woke up again, this time the radio was turned off. He decided to try to move again. This time he was able to sit himself up. He must have been out for some time.

"Where am I," he asked out loud, not expecting anyone to hear him.

"Cambridge Springs," the female voice said. He noticed a girl around the age of sixteen, standing between the door way. She was wearing a baggy pair of jeans, the ends dragging under her feet, worn away from all the walking, and worn blue top, with the faded words "Stop the Prison" written on it. Her murky blond hair was tied up in a bun, so that it didn't get in the way. She was also wearing chucks.

"Where's that," he asked. He couldn't really remember that much. The first thing he could remember was being knocked over by something, he wasn't too sure what. He then remembered being attacked by the dog. Other than that, he couldn't remember anything else, where he was, why he was there, and most importantly, who he was.

"It's near the ruins of Erie... but that doesn't say a lot. The waste is such a vague word. It's any place you can be attacked by raiders and mutated Dustox and Beautifly, although the mutated Muk are pretty much the same as the normal Muk."

"Whuda what?" he replied, trying to work out everything she said. He looked at her puzzled, hoping for some more explaining.

"They did knock you out cold, didn't they," she told him. "Okay... let's start with for your name?"

"Name?" he replied. Thinking back, there was no memory in which his name was spoken. "I can't remember. I'm sorry."

She now looked a bit puzzled. "Okay, that's going be a problem. I am going have to leave that question for now. Hopefully you will be able to remember," she stopped to pause for a bit. "Now, did you have any Pokémon on you before you were attack," she asked him.

That word was a complete mystery to him. He could remember the attacker mentioning Pokémon, but according to the attacker, he didn't have any Pokémon. He shook his head.

"What are pokerman?" he asked her. She too started to shake her head.

"Pokémon, the correct term, are a group of creatures we inhabit this world with. There was a lot of research done on them before the war, but most of it has been lost. They say there's a library somewhere in a place called New York, that has a lot of this research, but that is stuff of legends," she explained.

"So..." he said.

"Well, we depend on these creatures to defend us. Prewar, the called it a Pokémon battle, but out here in the waste, we call it survival. Battling... battling never changes."

He started to nod his head, trying to pretend to understand what she said. However, most of it had gone over his head.

"Seeming that you don't have Pokémon to defend you out in the waste, I will ask my father if you can have one of ours. We have a few, so I think we can afford to give away one our weaker ones. It's not that much, but it's better than nothing." After saying that, she walked out of the room, allowing him to ponder. Who was he? That was what he was asking himself.

He could hear the girl talk to someone else, an older man most likely her father, in the other room. He couldn't work what they were talking about, but it was something to do with giving him a Pokémon. The father was at first against it, but after some debating, it looked like he had agreed with her daughter.

After about ten minutes, she returned to the room. Smiling, she said, "My father has allowed me to give you a Pokémon." She walked up to next to the bed, and place on the bedside table a ball, one side white, and the other side red, with a silver circle between the two sides, pointing outwards a bit. "It's a Zigzagoon. It's not the best Pokémon out there, good ones are hard to come by, but with a bit of training, this thing could be good to have there in the waste. But before you get a bit excited, I think you should rest a little be bit longer. You've got a long way to recover." And with that, she left, leaving him to ponder.

(That's all for today, the next chapter will explore a bit more to this wonderful world. I just wanted to intro some of the character... not that I've given them any names yet... I might give the characters names or I might now, I haven't decided yet.)