"Welp, all there really is to it is to survive."

I stare at the man exasperated. The blue-haired boy named River wasn't paying attention, instead, playing with a rock.

"Oh, we'll just drop you off in the forest and you go try and befriend Pokemon and not die and... yeah that's all."

"That's all?! No, like, safe point? No doctor?"

The man shook his head and gestured for us to follow him. Chey was getting rather impatient, and decided it would be fun to mob the blue mass. In other words, he attacked river.

He yelped and fell down to the ground, swatting at the Pokemon. Chey jumped back to me and hid in the backpack. After that, we just awkwardly walked to the helicopter.

It was not very impressive. Just a plain old helicopter. Chey got excited once we got in. He started attacking the empty seat beside me, and was eyeing up River again. I pet him reassuringly, and he decided to look out the window instead, wagging his tail happily. About seven minutes later, I took the back pack, and searched through it with my hand. Soon, my fingers grasped around a book (that probably just converted into solid form) and pulled it out. 'Survivors handbook to Pokemon' it was called. In the corner, it said 'pokedex edition'. The cover was a picture of somebody warding off a venusaur with a torch. I flipped through the pages until I landed on poocheyena. The picture looked much more vicious then Chey could ever look. I held it up beside Chey, and realized his colours. Instead of darker, his face was lighter that the rest of his body. I smile. Different coloured Pokemon were rare. The short word is anco, standing for anti colour. Usually, it's just two colours swapped. Not as rare as shiny, but still rare. Not that I should know... I examine the paper. No. 261. Bite Pokemon. Dark type. Attack in waves, then retreat, and storm again. This gives attacking, then retreating, and repeating the name "poocheyena formation". 1"8. Evolves into mighteyena. Very vicious. To scare them away, simply-I close the book. That won't do. I drop it into the backpack, then take out a notebook. On the first page, I wrote "the forest pokedex". I go to draw a bit more, but the helicopter lurched forward. I quickly stuff the book into my bag and sling it over my shoulder. A voice comes onto the intercom, though it keeps cutting out. "Don't p-nic, e-rything is u-r contr-. Pl-se rem-n -t-d a- -alm-" at that point, it cut out. Chey started whimpering, and I grabbed him just before he slammed into the chair. I wrapped one of my arms around him, and stepped into the isle. Immediately, I slid forward again and grabbed onto a seat for balance. Finally, I made my way into the pilots room, and began to feel sick. We were racing towards the ground at high speed, with no pilot. No more 'waiting for the tenth'. This was happening now. Now, this whole thing is real.