Running. Running was all Tails could remember doing for the past few hours, and running was all he felt like doing.

It had all been horrible— The entire zone was in disarray, ruined and filled with the remnants of unlucky Mobians. He couldn't find anyone, and Sonic— Oh, Sonic...

He was different now. Sonic wasn't himself anymore, and it definitely wasn't safe to be around him after what had happened before. So now, Tails was lost, one hand clutching the device he had attached to his arm, the fox's nervous eyes glancing around him as he finally slowed into a careful walk, as though expecting something to jump out at him as soon as he got too comfortable.

The more he looked around, the worse it all seemed to get. How could Sonic have done all this? What happened to him? Was there really any ounce of Sonic left in whatever that thing from before was?

Tails figured it didn't matter now, not for the time being at least. He'd just keep going, and once he was safe— Well, he didn't know what he'd do then.

As he walked along, his ears suddenly perked up at a sound nearby, one that didn't fit into the usual environment. Movement, or something of that sort.

...The only question the fox had on the mind now was who was there.