Sonic looked out into the horizon, his legs swinging over the cliff as he was sat down on the edge of it.
The wind blew from behind him, sending a slight chill down Sonic's spine. He closed his eyes and thought about the last couple of weeks.
Every day was a nightmare, with him unable to catch a single break. He was the only one who was capable of outrunning the zombot virus, so he had to run without stopping for a break. It was...painful, to say the least. Never had Sonic ever thought to himself that he would want to stop running, but there he was, wishing that he could rest for even a second.
Everything that had happened, from Starline to Shadow to Charmy...all of it happened like a big domino crashing down and taking everyone with it. Eggman was this close to ending the world. And if it wasn't for some miracle dues ex Machina with the chaos emeralds, Sonic would have failed for certain this time.
Sonic had managed to save everyone, just like he always had.
But the next time something like this happens, Sonic wondered if he could do it again.
