I stand in some infected grass.. tears flowing down my face.. I speak in a monotone, hopeless voice...

Mr Sonic... has failed.. the metal virus.. has won..

I turn around... noticing a survivor..

Grrrr...

I begin to walk towards the person.. my red eyes glowing as I stick my arm out to infect the survivor.. but I stop..

No.. Gotta have hope.. Don't worry.. you can trust me.. I may be a zombot but I won't hurt you.. yet..