I held the children in my hands, knowing I would run out of supplies before next week. I was filled with sadness as my close friend had been killed outside of the shelter. I stared into the eyes of Charlie, my Son. I could feel his hunger like it was my own. I knew I had to go out. I slipped a necklace made from Pokemon teeth over the heads of Charlie and Lizzie. I cried, unlocking the door which had been locked for three years. I crept carefully down the streets. Surprisingly, there was nobody there. I edged the shop door open and stepped in. Most things had been taken but I took what I could. Suddenly, a bright light shone into my eyes. I heard a menacing roar and knew I had to run. I ran and ran until my legs were tired. I rested for a few minutes, eating a little food and then I stepped onto the ship, devastated that I had no time to save my child. A few years later, I had heard the Pokemon ran away to a diffrent area. I was overjoyed! I immediately sailed back, hoping to find my dear children again.