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As he stepped from the professors lab, he looked out to the town of Sandgem. To his right was the forest and route that to him gave him the eerie feeling that was where he was found, but that same feeling was begging him to go back. Something there was calling him and it seemed now he was already walking in that direction when a girl about his age stopped in front of him. Her short red hair and happy face were the first two things he noticed before she spoke. "Well you look a lot better then when I found you!" She exclaimed, then pouncing on him giving him a big hug. This shocked Alex quite a bit, and therefore didn't hug her back right awa

The young man awoke to find himself lying on a white bed, in what appeared to be a small office. Still a bit sore he sat up with some pain chest. He looked to his side and the Turtwig was staring up at him happily. "So it was real," he though to himself. "Am I really in the Pok'emon world…?" "Turt!" the turtle cried out to him, obviously wanting some attention.  The young man smiled and picked up the turtle Pok'emon. "Hey little guy, you saved me didn't you?" The turtle cried out happily. "Thank you," the young man smiled at the Pok'emon. "So you've awaken finally." A rough older voice spoke from across the room. The turtle jumped do

 He opened his eyes, breathing heavily, the last thing he remembered was being hit in the chest with something heavy. He searched his surroundings, knowing he hadn't been there before. He tried to stand by pushing himself up with his hands but found himself to weak and sore to try.  He was scared knowing he was in the woods, but he couldn't tell if he had been there before at all. It was quiet, as quiet as a forest could get. It took only a couple seconds for him to hear a branch snap in the distance. He looked to his side and saw something crawling in the dark, and looked to the shape and began to fear what it might be. It began to move cl

A man awoke, lying on a cold damp floor, he looked up with blurry eyes wondering where he was. the lights were very dim, lighting only outines of bars and possibly human-like shapes. The man, still a bit woozy tired to stand, feeling, as he stood, his military uniform wet from the floor. He attempted to smell the wet stains on his jacket and was immeditaly put off by a putrid odor that was worse then moldy cheese topped with moldier sour kraut. A large iron door squeaked loudly open, he quickly stood at attention, trying to look ready for dealing with anybody. A short asian man walked up with a flash light and shone it directly in the soldi