Ash cracked open the Krabby claw and devoured the prized meat 
inside.  Ash had to pay 300 Poke-Dollars for this Krabby claw, but it was 
worth it.  It came from a Level 40 Krabby.
	Having satisfied his hunger, Ash stared out towards the lonely 
ocean, and beyond that, Cinnabar Island.  His thoughts turned towards 
his date once here with Misty.  But that was over.  The old days were gone 
now.  
	He heaved his chubby, middle aged body out of the booth and 
waddled outside.  Ash saw Swimmers battling each other out on the 
ocean and thought back to his old days.  His glory times of traveling and 
Pokemon battling.  But those days were long gone.
	Unable to bear the memories of this beach, Ash grabbed a grubby 
Pokeball of off his worn belt and shouted, “Pidgeotto, I choose you!”  
Everyone in the vicinity looked around and saw him and knew it was Ash, 
the washed up Pokemon champion, knowing that he was the only one 
that did that anymore.  
	Ash’s Pidgeotto burst out of the Pokeball in a flash of red light.  Ash 
yelled, “Use Fly!  To Saffron City!” once again drawing stares.  He 
awkwardly climbed up the side of Pidgeotto and it flew off in a gust of 
wind and sand.  
	As Pidgeotto was preparing to land in the middle of Saffron City, 
something happened.  Pidgeotto suddenly lost stability and plummeted 
to the ground.  They crashed into the middle of the street, their fall broken 
by a group of Jigglypuffs, which no one gives two Rattata shits about 
anyways.  
	“What happened,” Ash wondered.  That’s when he noticed the 
chaos around him.
	The people were in a frenzied panic.  Bird Pokemon everywhere 
were being slaughtered.  People were doing all sorts of things to get rid of 
them, having Growlithes use Flamethrower on them en masse, having 
Golbats inject them with massive amounts of poison, or using electric 
pokemon to zap the hell out of them.
	Having landed conveniently near a store with televisions turned to 
the national news station, Ash finally knew what was going on.  Amateur 
videos of flying pokemon suddenly plunging out of the air with passengers 
on them flashed across the screen.  The anchorwomen said, “Suddenly, 
for no apparent reason, bird pokemon are now unable to use the move 
Fly.  Now, people are slaughtering all of their pokemon realizing knowing 
the only thing they were good for was Fly since they are useless in 
combat.”
	Ash was shocked to see this and watched as a scientist came on 
screen to possibly explain what was happening.  But he didn’t have to 
time to watch it because at the moment his Pidgeotto was suddenly 
brutally killed by a group of people with a pack of Arcanines.
	He fondled the broken and bloody remains of his Pidgeotto, but 
only for a second because he realized that he would have done the 
same thing.  Ash pulled out his bicycle out of his pack and rode out of the 
scene of chaos at the town, thankful that he had kept it after all these 
years. 
------------------------------------------------TWO WEEKS AFTER----------------------------------

	Two weeks after the day Fly stopped working.  Two weeks after F-
Day.  Society has still not recovered from not having instantaneous 
transportation.  Except for Ash.  While everyone was using Fly, Ash was 
walking or biking.  Ash now knows he has to guide the people back to 
what they once were.  He knows that the path ahead will be hard.  But it 
is the only way.