In the depths of the Indian jungle, there was an 11 year old human girl walking around. Normally, a jungle environment would be no place for a human girl to be in. The Indian jungle is home to various creatures and plants. The human girl had light blonde hair. She was Caucasian. The girl wore thin rimmed glasses on her face. She had hazel eyes. The girl's name was Emily Keener. Emily Keener's whole world got turned upside down in the year 2018 when an unexplainable event of mass genocide occurred in which half the population of Earth was disintegrated into nothing. Emily could remember that horrific event like it was yesterday. It happened while she was at school. She out for recess. She was playing with her friends when suddenly, they started to disintegrate right before her eyes.
Emily couldn't believe it. She thought she was dreaming. There was no way that this was real. Emily was scared upon seeing the people around disintegrating into dust. She was at least fortunate that her older brother Harley wasn't disintegrated. The same couldn't be said for their mother She and Harley went home. Harley decided to play a Sly Cooper game on his PS3. Next thing Emily knew, she along with her brother were teleported to the Sly Cooper world. Harley and Emily were then separated from each other. Emily saw her brother briefly dancing with some blue haired vixen woman. Then, she found herself separated from her brother. She was busy trying to find him. It had been that way ever since. Emily Keener was currently walking through the jungle. She had no way of defending herself. Emily didn't have a knife or a weapon on her.
She was all alone. Emily walked through the jungle for what seemed like hours. The human girl stopped walking to rest. She stared off into space for a while. Emily then heard a somebody walking nearby. Emily got up from where she was and walked toward the noise. The jungle foliage was thick for Emily to cross through. Emily couldn't see anything in the dark. It was pitch black outside. She continued to walk through the foliage.
"Hello. Anybody there?" Emily asked out loud.
"Who's there?" a nasally voice called out to the little human girl. His voice sounded funny to her.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just looking for my brother. I heard he was around here somewhere." Emily said.
"Can you walk over to me? I can't see you." the voice said to Emily. The human girl walked over to where the voice was headed. She saw somebody in the distance. Emily saw an anthropomorphic green male box turtle standing in front of her. The turtle wore thick framed glasses. The lenses of his glasses was so thick, you wouldn't be able to see his eyes. Emily was a bit surprised to see a turtle standing there in front of her.
"You're a turtle?" Emily said.
"What'd you expect? Rambo?" the turtle said to the human girl. Emily wondered what the turtle was doing all by himself in the middle of the jungle. Did he get lost? Did his plane crash? Did he live here? Several questions raced through Emily Keener's mind.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the jungle all yourself?" Emily asked the turtle.
"I would like to tell you the reason why I'm here, but it's sort of a long story. You wouldn't be able to understand it." the turtle told the human girl.
"Why can't you tell me the reason why you are in the jungle by yourself?" Emily asked the turtle.
"I'll tell you later. I have to find my van. Want to come along?" the turtle asked the human girl. Emily thought about the turtle's offer for a moment. She'd just met a anthropomorphic turtle in the middle of the Indian jungle with nobody else around her. Emily didn't want to be stuck in the Indian jungle for all eternity. The Indian jungle was no place for an eleven year old human girl to be in. Emily didn't know how to hunt of collect berries or do anything. She lived most of her life indoors. Emily knew that she could die in the jungle. There were unpredictable things that could happen to a human girl in the jungle; a wild animal could attack her and have her for dinner, she could contract a terrible virus, she could get caught up in vines. Emily decided that the best bet would be to go to with the turtle she just met. It would be better than dying in the middle of the jungle by herself.
"Sure. I'll go with you." Emily said to the turtle.
"Excellent." the turtle said. The turtle started walking through the jungle, with Emily following behind him. The human girl was hungry and starting to feel drowsy. She had no idea that the Wamponoag Indian tribe had put a slow acting poison dart in her body. Emily hadn't eaten anything in days. All she had to eat were some ripe mangoes that grew off a tree. She drank plenty of water.
"Who are you?" Emily asked the turtle person.
"My name is Bentley." the turtle said back to Emily.
"Like the car?" Emily asked.
"There's a car named after me?" Bentley asked. He had no idea that there was a super popular luxury car called Bentley. Bentleys are a type of luxury car. Think of a Lamborghini with all the extra trimmings. That, and if rich people owned a limousine.
"Yeah. Bentleys are super popular cars. My brother is super into those cars. Says he'd like one in the future." Emily said.
"Wow. I never knew that there was a car named after me." Bentley said.
"My name is Emily. Emily Keener." the human girl said to the turtle.
"Nice to meet you Emily." the turtle said. Bentley and Emily continued walking through the jungle. They didn't know how far they've walked. Eventually, Emily was starting to feel hungry. She started to complain about how hungry she was. Bentley didn't exactly know how to hunt animals. Not only that, but food was sparse in the jungle. Bentley had to tell Emily that he'll get the both of them something to eat in a little while. They were forced to eat berries and small non anthropomorphic animals to survive. Bentley was having a hard time trying to find the Cooper van. He eventually found the Cooper Van. There was just one problem. Neither Emily nor Bentley knew how to drive the Cooper Van, with Emily being too young to drive and Bentley not knowing how to drive a stick shift.