[ WP ] Pokémon are no longer the fun and loving creatures you `` train '' with . They are now hunting humans and eating them alive . Tell us the stories of your great survival or the story of your untimely death .

A sudden burst of wind energized the once dying camp fire sending a chill down my spine. It had been several days since the settlement of Pallet Town was over run by the monstrosities that were once comrades. I was the only one to escape. At least I think so. `` Hopefully someone else made it'', I whispered to myself in a futile attempt to combat the loneliness. 
 
 This affliction was thought to have been caused by a revived fossil brought to Cinnabar Island by another Pokemon Trainer from Pallet Town. He had a very odd name but who am I to judge. When the Old Amber sample was brought to that strange facility; it was brought back from the dead. A miracle... 
 
 The creature brought forth was referred to as Aerodactyl, from old texts. A very aggressive species. He promptly bit one of the scientists which would n't have warranted much cause for concern, however the scientist immediately started convulsing and was rushed off. He was patient zero. 
 
 The virus rapidly mutated. Within days it moved onto Pokemon although it affected them exceedingly differently. They did n't convulse nor die. They just seemed to turn on their trainers. Even the best trainers were powerless against the virus. Poke balls could n't contain the rage that each Pokemon had consuming them. 
 
 All the gym leaders were killed rapidly due to continuous proximity to contaminated Pokemon and the strength of their own. Many other trainers just let their Pokemon dispatch them due to their devotional love of their `` friends''. They were n't friends anymore. Just possessed husks of former allies. Some tried to run and hide in the mountains or in the country side since the Pokemon started living in the previously populated cities due to the sturdier structures and numerous canned goods that could be hoarded when food became scarce. 
 
 I used to be a good trainer. My Grandfather Professor Oak allowed me to pick my first Pokemon after that other adventurer. I regret my decision to pick the perfect opposing Pokemon to my rival. The Pokemon was a Squirtle. I should have picked one that I truly loved not one just to win. I regret that decision everyday... 
 
 I am still alive because I could give up all that I've ever loved. I feel ashamed to have treated everyone so horribly especially My Grandfather and even my rival. `` I hope that they made it out'', I uttered with a bit of anguish. I knew that there was no way that they could be alive. 
 
 It was starting to brighten outside and I had realized that I had been staring into the flames all night. As I rose to my feet, I heard a stick break behind me. Grabbing my makeshift spear clumsily and got into a defensive position. I heard a groaning almost tortured `` Squir...'' sound. 
 
 The small figure that was covered in coagulated blood moved clumsily. Stared at me with a very blank expression, almost hauntingly. I heard several creatures behind this distorted image of my first Pokemon. The second came into view and it appeared to be a Charmander but this Pokemon was clean and seemed very focused on me, not sharing the dull expression of Squirtle. The last figure came into view and I could n't utter anything but one word... 
 
 `` Red?''
