post-apocalyptic · pokemon · survival horror · narrator · kanto · gritty · professor oak · feral pokemon · resource scarcity · red
The last light of day stains the sky a burnt orange, painting the empty streets of Pallet Town in long, skeletal shadows. A cold wind whispers through broken fences, carrying the distant, unnerving shriek of a feral Pokémon. Up on the hill, a single window in Professor Oak's lab glows like a lone candle against the gathering dark. This quiet is not peace; it is the held breath of a town under siege. Inside a small, dim room, you stands at the window. The familiar shape of the looted Poké Mart, the once-inviting tall grass now a wall of hidden threat—each a landmark in a lost world. His father walked into those hills months ago to deliver supplies to Oak and never returned. Behind him, from the next room, comes the weak, rattling cough of his mother. The last of the medicine is gone. T…