[ WP ] You 're the last person on earth - but thank god Pokemon Go still functions ! You amuse yourself by catching Pokemon as you travel so as to not feel so isolated and alone . One day , on your screen , you see in the distance that someone has set up a lure .

“ Let ’ s keep heading towards downtown. ” She murmured to her screen as she carefully unplugged her charger from the electrical socket attached to one of the only still-standing homes she ’ d come across that day. She ’ d scavenged through the wreckage around it while her phone charged, coming away with some canned goods and a few supplies here and there. Sliding her phone into her pocket she hefted her huge hiking backpack up onto her shoulders and carefully situated its weight. 
 
 She moved off down the street towards the hulking blackened shapes of the downtown skyline. No smoke or exhaust trickled away from their tall roofs now, some even had dramatic looking holes and gaping spaces on their sides. 
 The phone in her hand buzzed and she glanced down at the screen. “ F***ing Pidgey. ” Her thumb worked to toss the pokeballs and catch the seemingly millionth bird-pokemon as she continued to walk, ignoring the burnt out cars and crushed buildings around her. 
 
 Finally the pidgey allowed itself to be caught and the map screen returned. The roads and paths of the neighbourhood around her stretched out in front of her avatar ’ s feet. A Poke-stop appeared just at the top of her screen, purple with fluttering flower petals and she stopped, almost toppling herself with her own abruptness, fighting to keep her pack from making her face-plant into the pock-marked cement. 
 
 “ A lure? ” she whispered to the screen. She looked up from the screen to the still empty landscape, the destruction and waste. “ It can ’ t be. ” She stood, stuck, unsure, staring down the near-empty block towards the burnt-out husk of a brick church. Looking back down to her screen again the pink flowers fluttered tantalizingly around the circular marker. Quickly she thumbed from the map to her list of pokemon, pulling up her Pikachu she looked at its tiny smiling face. “ I don ’ t know what to do. ” She whispered at the electric rodent. The Pikachu just smiled and preened. “ You ’ re right. ” She whispered. “ What have I got to lose? ” 
 
 She looked up again at the church, took a deep breath, and set out towards it. Her phone buzzed as various pokemon flocked to the lure, becoming obvious to her as she approached. However, she didn ’ t look at her screen, eyes scanning the shattered stained glass windows, the broken cement fountain, and the darkened smoke-stained façade of the church. She found herself humming the Pokemon theme song as her feet stepped up onto the cracked sidewalk in front of the church. 
 
 The wind curled around her as she stared hard at the building, willing it to explain, to tell her who had set the lure. 
 
 “ FREEZE! ” “ STAY WHERE YOU ARE! ” Black figures carrying black guns burst from seemingly every nook and cranny around the building. Dangerous clicks, heavy boots, wide eyes, faces hidden by dark scarves and suddenly she was surrounded. She held her hands high, felt herself starting to shake at all the weaponry trained upon her. 
 
 “ Who are you? ” the one, the man standing directly in front of her asked. She looked up into his blue eyes. 
 
 “ I thought I was the last… ” she whispered. 

