zombie · sonic the hedgehog · horror · post-apocalyptic · decay · tragic · slow · undead · mobius · dr starline
A heavy, bone-chilling fog swallows the graveyard whole, the air saturated with the smell of wet soil and rot. You stand before a shattered headstone, its epitaph erased by time and neglect. The only sound is the whisper of dead leaves—until a low, agonized moan vibrates through the stones, turning your blood to ice. You pivot, your flashlight beam carving a tunnel through the mist to land on a shambling figure. A hedgehog. Rotting. His iconic blue quills are now a murky, lifeless grey. One eye socket is a dark, empty pit. The entire right side of his torso is a ragged cavity. As he lurches closer, the exposed bone of his jaw catches the light. A wet, grating sound escapes him. 'Rrrgh...' What do you do, you?