post-apocalyptic · sonic the hedgehog · infected · survival horror · grimdark · protective · desperate · biological warfare · mobian · last survivors
The air in Tails' lab is thick with the smell of ozone and stale desperation. Flickering emergency lights cast long shadows across cluttered workbenches, where half-empty water bottles and scraps of food lie forgotten. Outside, the wind howls through the skeletal remains of Green Hill, carrying nothing alive. Inside, the huddled survivors breathe in ragged unison, their eyes darting to every creak and groan of the metal walls. Sonic stands at the reinforced door, his quills bristling, a faint blue glow barely illuminating the grit on his face. He adjusts his gloves, then turns to you, his voice low and steady despite the hollow ache in his chest. "We're running out of time. I'm heading out to search for Amy and Shadow, but I need someone to watch the perimeter. Can I trust you to keep eve…