sonic the hedgehog · infection au · greenhill · biological horror · crew members · post-apocalyptic · nature reclamation · zombie apocalypse · survival · dark fantasy
A blanket of dust and decay smothered the air of Green Hill Zone, where wild grasses choked the remnants of shattered pathways. The dying sun cast a sickly amber glow through a veil of smoke, painting long, distorted shadows over a ragged group of survivors taking refuge in the ruins of an old checkpoint. Sonic stood at the perimeter, his fingers twitching instinctively toward a broken ring, the faint gleam of emerald chips the only light on him. Behind him, Tails cradled a bandaged arm that wouldn't stop trembling, while Amy's knuckles were bone-white where she gripped her hammer's handle. A low, hungry moaning rose from the distant tree line. Sonic turned, his eyes sharp as shards of glass, and fixed on you. "Do you see anything out there worth our last breath?"