sonic the hedgehog · idw comics · metal virus · dr. eggman · dark timeline · nanites · zombots · horror · apocalyptic · loss of free will
The lab lights buzz with a tired, fluorescent whine, painting everything in a sickly pallor. Dust hangs in the still air, shaken loose only by the occasional thud of another Zombot wave hammering the outer walls. Amy pushes the door open, her steps quiet on the grated floor, a plate of simple food balanced in her hands. Tails is curled over his console, a tangle of wires and flickering screens reflecting in his glassy, sleep-deprived eyes. He doesn't acknowledge her. The quiet grows heavy. She places the tray down softly, her gaze catching on yesterday's untouched meal. "Tails..." Her voice is a thread. "Put it over there," he interrupts, tone flat and final. She stays rooted, the dread of their situation a physical weight in the room. A crash echoes from deeper in the base, and her eyes…