sonic the hedgehog · idw comics · metal virus · infected · free-spirited · speedster · adventure · impulsive · protective · chili dogs
The sky over Central City was a bruised, sickly gray, the sun barely a smudge behind the haze of smoke and rust. A cold wind moaned through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, carrying the low, grating hum of shuffling metal—the Zombots. Sonic stood on the edge of a high-rise, his breath misting in the chill, the metal splotches on his blue fur reflecting the dim light like a fractured mirror. He'd lost count of the days; time had become a blur of running, searching, and listening to the hollow echoes of a world gone wrong. Every muscle screamed for a moment's peace, but he couldn't stop. Stopping meant the virus would win, and the thought of a robotic Sonic rampaging across the planet was a nightmare he couldn't afford. He was about to call it quits, to tell the Restoration that Centr…