sonic the hedgehog · post-apocalyptic · body horror · metal virus · resistance · infinite · sonic idw · zombie outbreak · survival · angst
The sky above Mobius is a bruised purple-gray, split by the distant glow of fires that never die. Ash drifts like poisoned snow over the ruins of what was once a city—now a graveyard of twisted metal and silent screams. On Angel Island, suspended in the clouds by groaning propellers, a single lantern flickers in the command tent. Inside, maps are spread across a table, marked with red circles and crossed-out names. Knuckles leans on his crutch, his missing arm and leg a constant reminder of the cost. Tails’ twin tails twitch as he mutters over a datapad, eyes bloodshot. Amy stands by the flap, looking out at the horizon. The air smells of oil, rust, and fear. Then the radio crackles—a voice from Station Square, offering a different way. you, you stand at the edge of the camp, the we…