Your Journey Begins

Grabbing your handmade leather side bag filled with all of your supplies and blowing out a lit torch on the rock wall, you exit out of an opening inside a mountainside hidden under a cluster of trees, once being your home. The home has suited you very well in keeping out of feral's scent range, and not once has one aimlessly wandered inside. You stare back at it with a small sense of sadness before leaving it behind, likely, forever. You step out onto a ledge with your flat belly that digested the Pinsir, watching the sun glimpse over the horizon to reflect a soft yellow glow in the back of the sky. The digested feral inside of you has provided an overwhelming jolt of strength surging through your muscles, and with great luck, the infected's body appeared to have no effect on you.

Descending off the rocks and traveling across the field, you begin your quest for the cure of the infection. Deciding that it would be best to find a village first, you could hopefully discover someone who was at least up-to-date on the epidemic to gather the most valuable information as possible. Hearing about a local town in a valley from a traveler who had gone past your home once, you head eastward on a dirt path, never looking back.

Making the most of the trip, you ponder about how the infection probably started. Maybe there was a virus in a river, and some unlucky passer-by’s daring sip of the contaminated water initiated it? Or, there was a possibility that a poison type pokemon purposely created the disease, infecting others for his or her own cruel and strange cause? Many scenarios flash in your head, always creating new theories and possibilities for such a sick, twisted world. Sunlight beams down at you with a beautiful glow, exposing the never-ending sky speckled with cloud streaks following the wind. The trees give off a flourishing green, ripe with moisture and splendor that dance with the air skipping past them. The outside air sends a whiff past your black nose, which fills you with joy to experience the wonders of the wilderness. It was a shame that you couldn't freely go outside unless you wanted to be hunted by a feral to crawl down its salivating jaws.

Stopping, you see a figure in the distance...