It's been nine months since the apocalypse happened. (Description for context.)

Sonic was in a house. Finished boarding up the windows to block any light, he knows that the internet and social media are permanently down except for working radios and stuff to communicate, such as walkies and other items.

He sat on the couch and wrapped his injured left arm from a bad gash he got from a fence when fleeing successfully from a zombie mobian. He had dark circles under his exhausted eyes. Used to being alone for months after the separation of his friends and/or losing them.

Finishing with treating his wounds, he lay on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. Reminiscing the past and his adventures. His friends... Everyone. His ears lowered. His eyes were half closed. He was just about to sleep when his ears jerked forward. His pupils shrank as he heard a sound outside his claimed home. He got his Gun out and gripped it, sitting up on his couch. he closed his eyes to focus on his hearing. His red ragged scarf shriveled from his movements.