So, I edited this from the original. Enjoy.
In the aftermath of the destruction of South Island, the majority of those who survived were the innocent prisoners who had been trapped in the Land of Darkness. Very few of the people actually on the island were still alive. He was one of the few.
Sonic woke slowly. He was laying flat on his stomach with his arms by his head. Not bothering to open his eyes, he did a quick self-assessment. Despite having been struck by lightning, he didn't feel any of the pain he should have felt (though he was in pain from other things), nor did he feel numb. Now that he thought about it, the lightning hadn't hurt at all. It was strange, but he knew it to be true. He very slowly opened his eyes and stood, wondering as he did so why he'd been struck by lightning in the first place. There seemed to be a bit of a gap in his memory. His eyes drifted to the sky, blinking in muted surprise when he saw robot parts of all kinds raining down from the sky at irregular intervals. A large metal head landed in front of his feet; he didn't even flinch. Staring down at it, it occurred to him that he must have hit his own head pretty hard if he couldn't remember what had happened to him. He blinked and continued to stare. This robot looked familiar. A flash of memory hit him, leaving him dazed and confused. He remembered a robot much like this one blocking his was as he attempted to save a little girl... Then, in a painful rush, everything came back to him. The terror, the screams, the cave, the villages, the destruction, the death...
His breathing started to quicken and he backed away, shaking his head slowly. His eyes began to water dangerously. Panic, fear, pain, despair, hopelessness and disbelief all reared their ugly heads inside of him. Turning suddenly, he ran as fast as he could, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to drown out the wails of the people around him, struggled not to remember what had happened in the sky just scarce hours ago. Everything was gone. Everything he'd ever known, everything he had ever tried to protect was gone. People were dead, and it was all his fault. He had failed to save them. He had failed. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as he once again relived his final moments on South Island. He saw once again the bright red fur of the only friend he'd ever known disappearing into the woods in the distance just moments before the explosion had destroyed everything. He can't be dead! He can't! He can't...! It was over. It was all over.
The sun didn't shine. Not in his eyes. Not anymore.
Pouring on the speed, Sonic ran until he simply couldn't anymore. He fell down on his hands and knees, barely noticing the scrapes he earned for doing so, and let out a small sob. The pain he felt was far beyond just physical in nature. It hurt far worse than any wound he had ever received, worse than anything he could have ever imagined. Tears spilled off his face and splattered on the dirt below. No longer able to restrain himself, Sonic cried, screaming his pain so that all the world could hear. Now everyone would know how much he had failed. Many thoughts raced like a whirlwind through his mind, but one thought sang louder than all the rest. I don't deserve to be alive.
Really short, but really important. Posted 02-13-15.