Prologue
They were slaughtered. It was hopeless from the start that they would win, he knew that. He was Private Colin Wright to the 43rd division of the United Army. For as long as history had record, they had fought the mysterious and dangerous creatures known as pokémon. At first the humans were weak and almost fell but as their technology increased and the pokémon did not favor technology, rather their strange and deadly powers. There had been a few peaces but it always ended up falling apart. The pokémon were just too violent and primitive to be reasoned with. So the war continued. His division had been sent to a place to engage a weakened enemy force. He Private Wright had seen the map of the area, a small insignificant valley and it looked familiar but he quickly dismissed the idea as this had always been pokémon territory.
Whatever information the generals had received was horribly wrong. The 43rd division was a force of only a couple hundred while the enemy numbered in the thousands. This was a costly mistake and most of the 43rd was decimated before the survivors fled leaving the wounded to their fate. Private Wright wasn't so lucky. His leg had been wounded in the battle; most likely broken and during the confusion limped off and found a cave earlier on the valley entrance. He hopped he would remain undiscovered here. He dropped his rifle and laid down with his back against a wall, a moderately defensive position lest the enemy find him and went to work bandaging his leg with his small medical kit. He only had some bandages and painkillers. There were a few other things but he didn't know their function having never taken a med course in basic training. He remembered what he did know from the very basic mandatory first aid course and wrapped the bandage tightly around his leg. The sounds of the battle raged outside but somehow he fell asleep or maybe passed out. He would never know or care.
Whatever information the generals had received was horribly wrong. The 43rd division was a force of only a couple hundred while the enemy numbered in the thousands. This was a costly mistake and most of the 43rd was decimated before the survivors fled leaving the wounded to their fate. Private Wright wasn't so lucky. His leg had been wounded in the battle; most likely broken and during the confusion limped off and found a cave earlier on the valley entrance. He hopped he would remain undiscovered here. He dropped his rifle and laid down with his back against a wall, a moderately defensive position lest the enemy find him and went to work bandaging his leg with his small medical kit. He only had some bandages and painkillers. There were a few other things but he didn't know their function having never taken a med course in basic training. He remembered what he did know from the very basic mandatory first aid course and wrapped the bandage tightly around his leg. The sounds of the battle raged outside but somehow he fell asleep or maybe passed out. He would never know or care.