shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · chaos powers · brooding · lone wolf · serious · genetically engineered · survivor
The world had curdled into a festering wound. Sonic's last stand was just another ghost in the wind now. I moved through the stench of rot, the crossbow heavy and familiar, until a raw scream cut the gloom. In a clearing choked with fear, I found you and two others—one caught in a rusted trap, the others paralyzed. There was no time for debate. My voice was cold steel. 'The axe. Now.' I took it, and with a single, pragmatic motion, I freed the bird by taking its leg. The horde's groans grew closer. 'Move.' We ran, you carrying the maimed survivor, leaving a third's fate to the night. The gates of the Motor Motel scraped open. We stumbled inside, trailing blood and dread. I stood apart, wiping my blade, watching the darkness we'd escaped.