Trying to keep my promise and update more often but family gets in the way, especially on the holidays. Starting today I have my video project so there may be fewer updates, but it won't be for long. I'm also beginning to experience some neck issues as well.

Guest: Yes, poor Infinite indeed.

Infinite's POV

"Go, get working!" Someone shouted at me. I looked over and a pickaxe was tossed my way. I caught it and looked around.

I guess they're making a railway tunnel or something like that. There was no way they were ever going to get this done soon. A tunnel boring machine would complete the tunnel in just a few days, or weeks. This was just an excuse for us to work to death while our captors laughed at us.

I grumbled in anger and wiped some sweat off my head. Because of all the fires and the sheer amount of prisoners in these tunnels, it was really sweaty and hot.

I walked through the crowds of people and to the wall we were tunneling through. I looked up at it. It had to been at least 25ft high. There were ladders the other prisoners were using to chip at the top.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I muttered under my breath to no one at all.

The rubble that was broke off from the wall were put in huge piles where others would pick it up and put all of the debris in wheelbarrows. Probably to be taken to a dump on the surface.

Reluctantly, I raised the pickaxe and began to hack at the wall like the many others that were doing around me. It wasn't hard to do. Being the ultimate merc that I am, I was easily able to take out more chunks of the stone faster than my fellow human prisoners. Some anthros included.

I kept my eyes forward at the task at hand, and not draw any attention to myself. I stopped for a moment and caught my breath. It wouldn't be long until I was out of this Hellhole. There was too much suffering here, and now I've been thrown into the middle of it all. There wasn't any point in resisting. Not against these type of people.

I dropped the pickaxe and kicked some of the rubble out of my way and decided continued on. Suddenly my head exploded in pain. I nearly fell over onto whoever was behind me and I clutched my throbbing forehead. I groaned in pain. I looked up at the prisoner on the ladder to the right. "Sorry."

"What was that for?!" I said angrily.

"I did nothing, a large piece of rock came loose and fell. I apologize." They said. I looked down and saw the large piece of rock and felt stupid. I facepalmed at my self.

I immediately jerked my hand back after feeling some kind of liquid on my head and peered at my palm. It was covered in blood. MY blood. I felt the urge to gag. It wasn't common to see myself bleeding like this.

I pressed both my hands onto my head to try and stop the bleeding. I seriously hope my skull wasn't just cracked open. I still felt the blood gushing from the wound and all over me. My eyes began to feel droopy. Well, shit.

I realized that I was losing consciousness rapidly. I was done for. My knees fell onto the ground, and finally, I fell face first into blackness.

Gadget's POV, 3 miles outside of Taerakslvan

I kept my hands steady on the wheel as I drove along the road. I adjusted my glasses and took a peek at the map on the dashboard.

I was only a few miles away from the town of "Taerakslvan" as they called it. From rumours and chit-chat from my fellow Resistance, this was where Infinite was being kept captive.

Over the several hour long journey, I've began to question what would I exactly do when Infinite's out. Maybe hide out in another country? Maybe set him on the road to redemption by helping out the Resistance or something... Gah, I dunno. All I know is that people will think I'm insane after all this. For only doing what I think is right.

It isn't right that someone was sent to a labour camp not knowing what they did wrong, or even know what was going on. Sonic should've given him another chance. It was a perfect opportunity for Infinite to go through redemption, to have him live a happy life with his family or whatever, but no, they said. What Knuckles said, what Sonic himself said.

After the brutal last few months, I don't know if I can say I like Sonic anymore. He's-

"Oh, crap!" I shouted andbroke out of my thoughts. I veered to the left sharply."Geez..." I sighed in relief. I nearly went into the ditch there because I got distracted from my thoughts and all that rambling in my head.

I kept my eyes strictly focused on the road as I came into the town that was practically untouched by the war. I guess this was one of the few areas Eggman wasn't able to touch at all.

I drove through the town, not caring about any of the other sights it withheld. I braked and parked off to the side of the empty road. I stared directly ahead.

In the distance, was the prison. I leaned back in the seat and sighed a confident sigh.

"You'll be out soon, buddy."

I hoped you all enjoyed that. I'll try to update a little more often.