After walking through the plains for a while, I glance back at Mount Dragoncoil for a moment and notice how small it seems from here. It’s strange seeing it from this perspective, given how I’ve lived so close to it all this time. I decide to sit down in the grass to enjoy a quick snack before moving on. Sitting my bag next to me, I unwrap an oran berry from the blue scarf inside my bag and begin munching on it. There’s a few seeds on the ground next to me that I pick up; I don't know what they do, but maybe they could be useful later on. A Caterpie, which was hiding in the grass just to my left, looks up at me. “Hi.” I say to it, not sure what it wants. The Caterpie takes a step closer without breaking eye contact. I scoot myself and my bag to the right, but the Caterpie takes another step closer. It stands there like an evil, unblinking statue. “I-... Uhh...” I say, not sure how to respond to this. “Okay, well... It was nice... talking to you...” I get up and put my bag back around my shoulder. The Caterpie’s eyes widen a bit, but it otherwise remains unmoving. I turn towards the south and continue on my way. A few moments later I look back to see the Caterpie in the exact same spot, still staring at me. I walk faster and try to ignore it. Curiosity gets the best of me as I glance back a few times. It’s still standing over there, staring into my soul. My speed-walk soon turns into a frantic run from what I’m sure can only be a demon in disguise. [i]Just don't look back... Don't look back...[/i] Once I’m out of breath, I stop and let out a sigh of relief now that it’s nowhere to be seen. I look around for any sort of marker I can use to get a bearing on my location. [i]Mount Dragoncoil is over on the horizon there... The sun is rising in the east, so... The town must be this way![/i] It turns out that memorizing all those maps in my free time really paid off. Of course, I don’t know what the town is called... Or what it looks like... But it’ll probably be fine. Learning about that stuff beforehand would spoil the fun of discovery, anyway. The smell of grass is soon accompanied by a salty breeze as I walk, meaning the ocean must be nearby. Just as I’m about to see if it's visible from here, I stop dead in my tracks and a chill runs down my spine. There’s a Caterpie - THE Caterpie, right in front of me. It stares at me, unblinking. For the first time, I hear an unholy chittering sound emanate from its mouth. [i]Wait a second, that came from behind me...[/i] Behind me is yet another Caterpie about five metres away, staring at me with its beady eyes. I turn back to the first, but now there’s two of them. There’s one over to my right - no, two - no, three. Wait, now there’s some on my left. [i]Every time I look away, there's more! Oh, Arceus...[/i] I snatch the sharp stick out of my bag and get into a fighting stance, pointing it at the Caterpie surrounding me. “Stand back!" I say with a shaky voice, "I'm warning you! I've got a... a stick! And it's really pointy, too!” The Caterpie don’t respond. There’s a small gap between them up in front of me to the right a bit. If I’m very lucky... “Aaaaahhhhhh!” I yell while making a mad dash towards them. I hit one with a Tackle while whacking another upside the head with the pointy stick. I try to jump over a third, but instead land on my face after getting hit by a String Shot. [i]No, this can’t be happening... I haven’t been gone for two hours and I’m already going to get eaten by a bunch of Caterpie...[/i] Just as I’ve lost all hope of survival, my new savior comes down from above! I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life! A Pidgey swoops down at a few of the ferocious bug Pokémon and uses its talons to drop them in a tree. 'Run! I'll hold off these vicious creatures!' It seems to be saying to me. Well, either that, or it's hungry. It swoops down once again and brings another to its nest in the tree. I stand up and start running just in time as the Caterpie release their secret weapon. A horrible stench emanates from their antennae - surely with the ability to kill anything that breathes it in. I continue running, silently thanking the Pidgey for its heroic actions.