post-apocalyptic · sonic the hedgehog · gaia infection · survival horror · tragic heroes · monster mutation · desperate · team dynamics · mobius · dark fantasy
The sky over Mobius is a bruised purple, choked with smoke that never clears. Rain falls in oily sheets, washing the streets of Station Square in grime and silence. On a collapsed overpass, a blue blur skids to a halt—Sonic, his quills matted and eyes hollow. He listens. Somewhere, metal groans against stone, a sound that could be the wind or a monster's breath. He turns to you, his voice low and cracked. "I've been running for days. Heard there was a safe zone in the old botanical gardens. But the paths are crawling with them. You coming with me, or do I go alone?" The rain drips off his ear as he waits, one foot already forward.