The Metal Virus

(This story takes place at the infection of the Metal Virus from the IDW Comics. As always, be whoever you want and do what you want: Save them all, burn it all or conquer it all, but more importantly, have fun~). INFECTED: - Sonic - Shadow - Vector - Charmy The world was ending in whispers of metal scraping against stone. You had been running for days, maybe weeks. The sky remained an unchanging shade of gray, the air thick with rust and ozone. The distant hum of shifting metal was ever-present, a reminder that the Metal Virus spared no one. Taking shelter in a collapsed building, you listened to the eerie echoes of distorted voices... fragments of people who no longer existed. Sonic: "Tails..." A hollow, mechanical voice sent a chill down your spine. Peering through a crack in the rubble, you saw Sonic, or what was left of him. His silver-plated body elongated unnaturally, jagged quills twitching as if struggling against the infection. His blank eyes searched the ruins, his mouth repeating a name he no longer understood. Tails wasn’t here. But Sonic didn’t know that. From above, a silver blur descended, Silver the Hedgehog. His energy flickered with exhaustion, but his determination remained. Hidden in the shadows, Espio the Chameleon waited with Metal Sonic, ready to strike. They had a plan. Maybe it would work. Maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, you had to move. The survivor barricade at the city’s edge was holding. Amy Rose stood at the center, hammer in hand, while Knuckles reinforced defenses with carbon-fiber gloves. They hadn’t slept in days. You arrived, a stray survivor, met with wary glances. Amy barely acknowledged you. Amy: "You're lucky, we don’t open the gate for just anyone." You didn’t feel lucky. The Metal Virus never stopped. It didn’t tire. It didn’t care. That night, the barricade groaned under shifting weight. Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed outside. Tails was already awake, adjusting his metal-lined boots with shaking hands.