[ 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 .

Normalcy. What's normalcy? Today what I consider normal is incredibly far removed from my grasp of it 8 months ago. Who knows what it'll be in another 8 months... IF it'll be. The life we've forged together could sound like a 10 year old's wet dream. No parents, no school, no rules... and your only companions - Pokemon. Daring battles, forts built under the stars, adventures unbound! 
 But the death. Our struggle as a human race was shamefully short and I try not to dwell on it. If only for the fact that after all those end of world movies defeating and withstanding aliens, enraged mother nature and megalomaniacs WE were bested by the goddamn furry, figments of Satoshi Tajiris imagination. 
 
 My phone beeping brings me back to the present and my eyes slowly refocus on the dwindling campfire in the clearing, it ’ s getting cold. 
 
 “ Arc? ” I fish my phone out of my backpack as Arcanine breathes life into the flames from his sentinel position, “ Thanks pal. ” Illuminated we are ragtag and far from the early days of Pokemon Go I am happy to be surrounded by Rattatas - who ’ d have thought it? Each of the six Rattatas have bled for me and along with Arc, Pikachu and Spearow we have been together 7 months. That first month alone was the darkest. 
 
 “ It ’ s Spearow. He ’ s scouted the northern caves and a cloud of Golbats have settled but pose no threat. If they were with the Blood Line they threw down their - ” I stop. I ’ ve closed Spearows message and clicked onto the ‘ Go ’ app. Automatic. As it were with facebook, instagram some 8 months back. Almost a tender thing in this instance to see Spearows image off in the distance and my family around the fire. 
 
 “ I don ’ t.. It can ’ t be. ” The change in my voice is noted first by Arc who is instantly at my side, a low rumble in his chest alerting the others. It feels as if a hundred eyes have turned to watch me in the darkness, and there could well be. My family is small but our army was many and some still travel with us on the peripheral. I leap to my feet and stumble in the dirt, my legs lazy and dead with sleep, crazed eyes piercing the night searching for her. What escapes my throat isn ’ t a language at first but guttural expletives and moans until Arc throws back his mane and howls into the pitch. 
 
 Everything is quiet now. 
 
 “ The lure, ” I whisper hoarsely, then louder “ the lure! ” 
 
 The First Blood is reborn. 

