In case you don't know, I discontinued my other "in-progress" stories.

However!

I will not be discontinuing this story. Despite my busy busy life, I will finish this story! So please continue to look forward to my updates! (Yes, it will take awhile…but I'm trying. Please understand that I really am trying to squeeze this story into my already full schedule. Being an IB student sucks in some ways like that…)

REPLIES:

xXSolarShadowXx= Yes, this is still a shadamy. (Sorry sonamy fans.) And thank you for your encouragement! It lifted my spirits to read your comment! :D

Gloomy Shadows= As always, your comments give me hope that I am doing fine with this story so far. Thank you!

TailsLovesCream= Thanks for your compliment!^^ I'm so happy to know I am people making others happy. It's funny, sometimes I read this story myself to get myself smiling. (This story and other humor/romances of course. Lol)

BlackPetals23= LOL! Nice to hear that people actually laugh when they read this story!

Pureflowersand2684= the answer is nothing. There is nothing you can't love about sesshoumaruxrin.

Myestica= lol. I'm not sure Amy understands your jealousy. (Amy: We can trade places! I'd like to keep my brains for a few more years, thank you very much!)

(Amy Rose)

Thunder rolled around in the sky outside, rattling the windows of Rouge's mansion every now and then, and the silver bullets of rain clattered down onto the roof and broke into the chimneys, extinguishing any hope for light except for the rare flash of lightning that lit up the dark halls, blaring like a pair of headlights before the crash. The trembling walls seemed to be in sync with her heart, outright screaming for her to run. Run and don't EVER look back. Amy couldn't look back even if she wanted to anyways! Everything was dark. And better that way, too! All the lightning flashes did was highlight the ravenous eyes of her predators, the… should she say it?... ZOMBIES!

In shock and in panic. That was what Amy was right now.

Vaguely, she wondered if she will be scarred for life by her current tragedy…

SLAM!

Amy rubbed her tender her head in pain. "Oww…" she moaned.

That was the fourth wall she ran into, dang it! She glared heatedly at the wall. However, upon a closer inspection, she realized that this wall was breathing. Walls don't breathe. Oh my gah…

Her naturally wide eyes grew to an impressive size.

Right in front of her was Knuckles the Echidna, blood-hot red fur and all, grinning at her like she was a rare piece of chocolate, gift wrapped with his name on it. Did he grow taller since the last time she saw him? Was he always this big?! The moment Knuckles' broad hands encircled her, dragging her towards him, she had a moment of insanity in which she thought 'Hey, this isn't so bad.' Dang it! What was wrong with her?! More importantly, what was wrong with him?!

"Hey, Knuckles…" Amy laughed nervously. "Did you suddenly hit another growth spurt or something 'cause I swear you're taller now." Knuckles crushed her body to his. "And you're stronger, too! What do you know… haha…ha…. OMG! A distraction!" (thx, Kira XD)

Knuckles let Amy go to spin around and see what she had pointed to. At the same time, Amy brought out her hammer and slammed it into the back of his head.

"K.O!" Amy shouted with mad glee, lifting her arms in triumph.

The hallway seemed to purr as a chorus of deep rumbles sounded throughout the mansion, vibrating against the walls. Amy silently cursed herself for giving away her position. Quickly, she ran into the first room she saw and locked the door behind her. This room was just as dark and beautifully gothic as the rest of the mansion with dried roses hung down on the walls. Curious, Amy walked over to one and saw a small card taped below the dead bouquet.

'September 11. Saw these flowers and thought of you. Stay happy, my love. –Knuckles'

There was a similar card under each bouquet, making about 31 in total. They were all dated with September and had Knuckles' signature on it. Guess he and Rouge were secretly dating for a month before. Sick. This room was making Amy's head spin. She couldn't stand the fluffiness of Knuckles' messages. It was so…. Girly. She shuddered. How was this Knuckles the same Knuckles passed out in the hallway?

"If you're not into the sweet type, why don't you try me? I'm spicy!"

That voice. No. It couldn't be. But she had to make sure.

Amy peeked over her shoulder and confirmed her suspicions. She let out a frustrated groan.

"Not you, too!" Amy slapped a hand over her face.

Silver the Hedgehog was leaning against the door that Amy had locked a few minutes ago. He smiled broadly as if he had won a national tournament all by himself.

"So is that a yes?"

"No!"

"As in a yes?"

Amy stared at him with an "are-you-kidding-me" look. "No means no!"

"You just said no twice, so it's a yes!"

"No!"

"No?"

"Yes!"

"So it is a yes!"

Amy was about to kill him. Zombie or not. She raised her hammer over her head to do so when yet another zombie crashed through the ceiling.

"My sweet, strawberry angel! I missed you!"

No hesitation. The hammer immediately locked on to a new target and attacked.

Sonic was unfazed! He rushed at Amy, wrapping her up into his arms and pushing her down onto a conveniently place sofa. Amy squirmed but it was no use. The new, zombie Sonic was more resistant to her attacks. Curses! Curses! Curses!

Sonic gazed into her clearly infuriated emeralds with his unfocused, bloodshot eyes. There was a bit of drool on his lips and he openly panted in heated breaths. His body trembled with excitement. He, too, looked at her as if she was a rare piece of chocolate, gift wrapped with his name on it.

He was going to eat her.

Desperately, Amy tried in vain to get Sonic off of her. She bit and scratched but he remained stone still, letting his eyes roam over her. Now blind with fear for her brain, she bit him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she made a mental note to herself: Sonic tastes like blueberries.

The bite must have triggered something in Sonic for in return, he bit her. However, his bite was more of a deep kiss upon her shoulder. His red tongue brushing against her pink fur.

"Someone help me!" Amy screamed.

It didn't matter if it was another zombie anymore. She just needed to get away from Sonic. His drool was coating her whole right shoulder now. It was horrible in every sense!

She closed her eyes in despair and was about to let go of her last flake of hope when Sonic's weight disappeared. With no clue why or care to know, Amy bolted off the couch and ran for the closest door. Her hand was on the brass doorknob when someone threw her over his shoulder.

"You're mine." He hissed into her ear.

"No! Not Espio! Anyone but Espio!" Amy screamed in terror.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" he said, agitated enough to temporarily put aside his hunger.

"You're the one who refuses refusals!" Amy screamed in his ear.

"Wha-!"

Amy struggled, managed to kick him in between the legs, and finally freed herself from the zombies once more.

One hallway after another. Each one scarier than the one before. Perhaps it was her hysteria rising but was she running down the same hallways? She hoped not. But really. They all looked the same. Like an endless cave of black ink.

With her clothes clinging desperately around her, it looked as if she had just gone through a tornado without getting scratched. In all the panic, Amy's hair had lost some of its earlier messy curls and now haloed her flushed face in wavy, blossoming petals. If she could care enough to fix her appearance at the moment, she would have been devastated to find herself in this tragic look.

'Ok, Amy. No more panicking. You've got to think! You're not getting anywhere!' Amy growled softly. 'Well that's because all the halls look the freakin' same! I swear, if I somehow live though this, Rouge is going to pay! It's as if she purposefully designed her house knowing I will be in this situation one day!'

Too busy cursing the Rouge and her house, Amy didn't realize that she had moved from speaking in her mind to actually speaking out loud. Fortunately, the feral sounds of happy zombies brought her back. Unfortunately, she now had an army of crazed males surrounding her. Literally! They crawled around on the ceiling and filled every space available. And they were advancing! Closing in to her personal space as the seconds ticked off on a clock on the wall.

Fear swallowed anger.

"Amy…" they panted.

"No!" she squeaked.

"Amy, we…" they rumbled.

"No! Not my brain!" Amy squealed, cradling her head. And in a brilliant flash of light, she called for the only zombie she knew that could possibly fight his zombie urges.

"SHADOW! HELP!"

And just like that, Amy Rose was no longer about to be devoured by zombies in the middle of Rouge's enormous mansion. Instead, she was (somewhat) safely in the arms of a trusted (?) hedgehog. He was carrying her princess-style through the storm- his sturdy arms embracing her gently, black and red quills streaming behind his handsome face, but importantly, his molten ruby eyes raking over her form in a silent question: Are you alright?

Her own, worn out green-glass eyes answered back:

I am now.

And Amy's was the only one for this chapter… but it was a zombie invasion! I couldn't include a fluffy scene of Tails and Cream in the same chapter with this! It would be odd and weird (for me if not for anyone else). It will go back to the three POV in the next chapter. Until then…

READ & REVIEW! Lend me your strength!