Aro listened as Khelfin explained their situation. Aro knew he was right, no one knew what to do in this god forksaken world, hating on him because he was used by Cooper wasn’t exactly fair on Khelfin. People were doing what they needed to survive nowerdays. He could at least take comfort that there was a good side to him that came to find him in the first place.

The conversation then turned to the new goldenrod news bulletins. Pokemon changing types due to environment? There was only one example of this before the apocalypse, according to a book he read. Pokemon we’re evolving and not in the way trainers normally would think.

“Yeah our problem is trying to get as far away from here to find them, their won’t be very many of these Pokemon out in this harsh of a wasteland.....” Aro’s voice trailed off.
 
From the dark perimeter of camp, Aro spotted what looked like a huge pirate ship wheel getting closer. Was the poison having an after effect?

“What’s...that...?” Aro questioned as the figure came fully into camp.

A few seconds later a new figure appeared, this time a young girl. She was exceptionally pale and looked weak on her feet. She had clearly been struggling to survive out here. Aro rushes over and helped her sit down. He then went to his bag and pulled out a package, which he opened to contain his food rations. He grabbed some and passed it to the girl before sitting back down.

“Are you okay? You look a bit worse for wear.” Aro said “Don’t worry we’re not bandits or anything.”

“I’m Aro, what’s your name?” He questioned