[ 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 .

`` The tuna, it had to be the tuna,'' Chuck muttered to himself as he stumbled along. Now losing a week long fight with delirium, mostly due to the lack of food, Chuck was talking to his Pokemon again. It was a Koffing this time, and he was speaking in the voice of John Candy. 
 
 `` That's the last food you ate?'' Koffing asked. He seemed quite concerned. 
 
 `` I'm pretty sure man...,'' Chuck rasped. He stretched, cracking his back against the weight of his pack. It was mostly full of USB battery packs, that he would charge at any generator he happened to find. You see, Pokemon GO, a phone app, was the only source of entertainment he had. 
 
 An apocalypse had occurred, the origins of which are n't really essential to our story. Chuck's family had died. His friends had died. His boss had died. To make a long story short, no one was around any more, as far as Chuck could tell. However, for whatever reason, Pokemon GO still worked. 
 
 It was a phone app, where a dude or dudette could run around catching digital pokemon. Chuck did n't take the time to question why his LTE was still working or who was paying the bills, he just walked, cursed pidgeys, and walked some more. 
 
 Chuck swiped his finger to the right and his Koffing was gone, replaced with a map. Pinching his fingers, the map shrunk and zoomed out, allowing Chuck to see more of what he was to explore. However, this time, something was different. 
 
 His heart pounding in his emaciated chest, Chuck beheld the first lure he had seen since the Apocalypse. A lure was a something you set out to attract pokemon. But someone had to set it up. A person. Someone else. 
 
 Chuck mustered whatever energy he had, and half waddled, half lurched forward at his most fervent pace. The road was bordered by tall trees, and he could not make out what lay at the pokestop around the corner, or what may be in store for him at the lure. 
 
 `` People! `` Chuck actually cried aloud. Although, in his decrepit state, it came out as more of a strangled gurgle. He rounded a bend, and as he did, the toe of one of his sandals caught the back of his ankle, sending him tumbling forward. His sack of USB packs fell over his head as he rolled. 
 
 Then Chuck heard gunshots. He had never heard gunshots before, in his job as a pizza delivery driver, however the thunderous roar was unmistakable. Chuck did n't move, lying there prone as his pack slowly leaked battery packs onto the ground, out of a couple fresh bullet holes. 
 
 `` Look Larry, battery packs!'' Chuck heard a voice call. And then, as the last gunshot Chuck would hear echoed through the valley, he realized the lure had n't been for Pokemon.
