Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH07: Forgotten Past

You couldn't help but frown at what you were staring at. Everything looked and smelled familiar, but it was so gray and depressing. Stuff that your parents owned, you owned... you're going to miss all this stuff, but there were a few things you needed to find, and you had a feeling your father would think far ahead enough to stash something useful in here, even if it would be weird to have that sort of 'emergency' gear in a facility like this.

You shone your light towards a desk, walking towards it as you peeked behind a bunch of stacked boxes, to find what you were looking for. There, sitting on top of a box, placed into a clear, yet big, container with a lid, was two backpacks. One big, and one small. Emergency traveling gear, kept in this particular facility in case of emergencies. Your father always tried to prepare for anything, even the idea of completely disappearing, in case there was trouble. He showed you this setup before the two of you left the garage, telling you that if you needed the gear, it would be there for you to take.

You reached over the boxes, prying the clear box free as you set it upon the dusty desk, coughing as the dust flew up into the air and almost suffocated you. You pried off the lid, looking between the two bags with a curious gaze. On one hand, you could take your father's bag, for it had the most stuff, but then again it would be very heavy, and you don't have the built to carry such a load. So, reluctantly, you grabbed the much smaller backpack, which was a small-sized trainer backpack, black, gray, and dark blue in design. A backpack marketed by the Pokemon League, no doubt, for it had the pokeball logo on the side of the bag.

You sighed, slumping down onto the hard, cold cement ground as you fished through the bag with your flashlight in hand, seeing what exactly you would be taking with you. The selection was pleasing. You had several clothes, though you doubt you really fit those clothes anymore, or maybe one or two, a sleeping bag, a couple of tarps, rope, and toiletries. There was also dried food that should be able to last for years, and you checked the expiration date to notice the food was good for another decade. Not the best selection of food, but at least you now have some supply food. There was also a canteen, which you'll need to use the moment you find drinkable water, and you quickly fished out the pocket knife, deciding that you need to stash it away, just in case.

You were surprised to notice that the spare clothes were just your size, bought to be oversized, and luckily you needed them when you could use them. You couldn't help but smile at your father's extensive plans, always finding them overbearing, but in emergencies it was all understandable. There wasn't any cash in your bag, but you have no doubt there's extra money in your father's bag, along with a tent and cooking gear, but that stuff will be too heavy for you to carry, and it won't fit into your bag.

So, with a sigh, you fished through the clothes until you grabbed what you felt was best, and quickly changed out of your current clothes into the new, clean, fresh clothes. You wore baggy gray pants, which were warm and comfortable, built for a traveling trainer. You slipped on a light blue tee shirt, but over your shirt you grabbed a black and dark gray trainer jacket, complete with a hoodie, which fit you like a glove. You zipped up the front of the coat, finding it warm as well, and you crumpled up your old, dirty, probably smelly clothes, deciding that it was best to keep the stuff and see if you could salvage any of your old clothes. So, you stuffed the gross clothes into a bag, stuffing that bag into your backpack, where the new clothes had been, sitting on top of the extra clothes that you still have. You thought about changing your socks, but you decided that you could do that later.

You opened up your father's bag and quickly reached for the hidden pocket, fishing out the cash that will be very useful for you. There was exactly 1,000 pokedollars in there, almost all 20's and two 50's. The 50's will be hard to break, but you can certainly use this money to help you get started, if you need it. So, you split the money into two, two thirds going into your bag while a third went into your own pocket, in a pant pocket that was supposed to be water proof and you zipped it up, keeping it extra safe.