The Rescue Shuttle was eerily quiet. Sure, there were others like you in there helping with defenses and storage and weapons. Everyone seemed so sad though. It made you feel sad. It was a dark era. You had heard of another rescue shuttle getting attacked by the virus. You couldn't imagine yourself becoming one of them.

The Metal Virus had plagued your world, turning everyone you had known and loved into metal lifeless killing husks. Zombies, but metal. Instead of bites or brains, their simple touch could turn you.

Hell, even Dr. Eggman was working with the good guys now because of it. Sonic had to constantly be running so he wouldn't be infected by it. Even he was getting tired. Hope was dwindling.

"You okay?" One of your coworkers asked, concerned. "We'll get out of this together." He was a bear with a nice smile.