Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Silver, and Shadow had gone on a camping trip. However, they never made it to the campsite. Tails had been driving and ran them off the road into a ditch. The car was broken, so they were trying to make it to the campsite.

A few hours later, they were swamped; they had been followed by coyotes the whole way, Sonic had gashed his leg on a tree branch, Shadow’s noise-cancelling headphones got lost, Tails’ gadget/tracker broke. They were all covered in mud and grime, and it had started raining previously, so their clothes were sticking to their bodies. Shadow was the worst, though. His quills and fur were waterlogged, everything seemed too loud, he flinched at everything that happened, he was cold, the list goes on. Sonic notices his discomfort, and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You…okay?”