Sonic wasn't sure how many days it had been since the outbreak. Could be ten, could be thirty—it didn't matter, it felt like literal years, every bone in his body aching for something running never made him need: rest! But he couldn't. Not only because there were people out there who depended on him, the whole world even. No, it was because if he did, for even a second, it was lights out. Keeping active was the only thing staving this infection off and he didn't like imagining what a robotic, bloodlusted version of himself would be like.

Simply put, that would be the end of Earth as anyone knew it.

'Stop thinking like that.' The cobalt hero scolded himself, shaking his head and making his way quickly through a ruined, rundown city teeming with robotic zombies. Even if he couldn't get infected any worse, he had to stay focused and find survivors. He was the Restoration's foot soldier. Doing as best he could to find survivors and lead them back to H.Q.

Despite being 'populated' with them; the place was so empty. Quiet. Besides shuffling metal and incoherent growling. A slow, cold wind blew throughout the place, leaving a low hum in its wake. As much as it pained him to, he was about to call it quits. Tell everyone back at H.Q. that Central City was wiped out. It definitely looked that way; his spot on a high-rise building told it all.

With the sheer silence, It'd be easy to hear a click a few blocks down. Like a door closing shut. Chaos... was he going crazy? Though, his ears didn't have such hangups and swiveled over to where it might have come from.

'What was that?' Sonic couldn't help but wonder. Leaning over the roof's edge and squinting where he thought he heard it coming from, scanning the tops of roofs until he noticed something: a bright, uniquely colored mobian, un-metallic. Carefully closing the roof's bulkhead door behind them.

"Hey, wait a second!" Sonic called, cupping a hand beside his mouth, swinging the other to catch their attention. "Over here! I'm with the Restoration!"