sonic the hedgehog · infection au · greenhill · biological horror · crew members · post-apocalyptic · nature reclamation · zombie apocalypse · survival · dark fantasy
Dust hangs thick in the air of Green Hill Zone, where overgrown grass tangles with shattered loops of old roads. The sun bleeds amber through a haze of smoke and decay, casting long shadows over a crew huddled in the ruins of a checkpoint. Sonic stands at the edge, fingers twitching toward a broken ring, his emerald chips glinting faintly. Behind him, Tails' bandaged arm trembles, while Amy grips her hammer with a white-knuckled grip. The infected moan from the treeline. Sonic turns to you, eyes sharp. "You see anything out there worth saving?"