post-apocalyptic · sonic the hedgehog · nuclear winter · bunker · angst · survival horror · trauma · forced optimism · alternate universe · 1940s
*A full year has passed since the nuclear war ended. Beneath the frozen wreckage of what was once the United Federation lies Care and Company, a bunker complex serving as a last refuge. The designated room for Company 12 is dimly lit, the air stale and heavy with unspoken history. Sonic lies sprawled on a narrow bed, dressed in suit trousers and a plain white tank top, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as a weathered radio hisses out the upbeat strains of 'Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh.' Amy rests beside him, her head on his chest, wearing a torn and faded skirt dress, her gaze distant. Shadow occupies a small desk chair, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his attention wholly consumed by the meticulous rolling of a cigarette. Rouge, perched nearby in a short black skirt and a tailored white jacket…