Sonic slowly opened his eyes, dazed and confused (get it? Like the movie? Lol) not knowing where he was or what happened. His body was sore and weary. He looked to his left to see a pouch of Morphine hooked up to his arm.

They must have caught me... But why would they leave me alive?

He thought to himself. He got up to wander his surroundings when his legs gave out beneath him. He stumbled around a bit till he regained his balance. The walls where white and reflected the light, almost unbearable to open his eyes all the way. Their were white cabinets against the walls. Sonic walked toward one to see if he could maybe find something to give him a clue on where he was. He picked up a pill bottle and examined it. He stared at it for a long time before dropping it in daunting realization. It said Production of FEMA: Do not resell. They'd caught him! He had to get out of their. He walked for the door to his right and opened it. Their was a long white hallway that stretched from left to right. Suddenly he heard voices to his right. He ran left and got to a four way in the hall. The voices got closer and he turned to see two figures looking toward his direction. They starred at each other for a few moments.

"Hey you!"

One of them yelled. Sonic bolted down the left hallway. His legs where pulsing with pain and his body ached but he kept going. He could hear them close behind so he tried to go faster. His legs felt as though they where on fire. He almost gave up and just wanted to drop to the floor when he came to another four way. He looked to his right and saw a window. Freedom! His adrenaline kicked in and he ran for the window. Without thinking, he jumped. Shards of glass pierced his skin as he flew through the window, then he looked down. Fear struck his face when he realized where he'd be landing. Four stories up and into a training field. SHIT! Sonic smacked the ground. Nobody could survive a fall like that with the injuries he had, but come on, this Sonic we're talking about. He laid still for a while. Body aching and hardly able to move, Sonic moaned as the fighters on the training field slowly walked toward his lifeless looking body. He felt them slowly closing in around him. He did the first thing that came to mind, jumped up, grabbed a shard of glass, and the closest enemy he could find. Everyone stood their starring in surprise at the hedgehog, holding a fighter a knife point with a shard of glass. He glared at them in silence, his body growing numb with pain. He started to shake and his legs began to tremble, barely able to support his weight any longer.

"Get back or i'll slit his throat!"

He yelled. They all stared at him in shock. He backed away slowly when he heard a familiar voice.

"SONIC?!"

He turned to see a young two-tailed fox standing a few feet behind him.

"... Tails?!"

He looked at his old friend in astonishment. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The pain of his injuries and seeing is friend once again after 15 years was too much for Sonic to handle. He passed out. Tails ran to his body and a few others helped get him back inside and onto a hospital bed. Tails patched up his new wounds, glad to know Sonic was at least strong enough to be able to get up. After patching the last wound, he sat in the chair beside him, waiting for his friend to wake up. About an hour passed before Sonic woke up once again and when he did pain shredded through his body. He moaned a little bit.

"Hey Sonic. How you feeling'?"

Tails asked. Sonic looked beside him to see his little brother standing over him his body with a bottle of Vicodin and a glass of water. He chuckled a bit and responded,

"Hmh, been better. You've changed a lot bro..."

He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, then started to laugh.

"What?"

Tails asked looking puzzled. Sonic turned to him and smiled.

"How is it I get hit by a truck and just happen to end up here. Even when we're not trying we always manage to stick together."

He chuckled again then stopped from how much laughing hurt his stomach. Tails laughed and gave him the Vicodin and water. Sonic took the medicine and looked around at his surroundings a bit, then noticed the Vicodin bottle sitting on a table next to his bed. Production of FEMA: Do not resell. Just like the pill bottle He'd looked at earlier.

"How'd you guys get a hold of FEMA supplies? I thought they where used by FEMA only."

Tails picked up the bottle and looked at it.

"They are. Didn't you notice the truck you where hit by? It was a FEMA truck. When we need supplies we'll send a few recruits to go jack a supply truck. We're stealthy enough for them not to catch us so we just wait for the right time and take it."

Tails went to a cabinet and put the pill bottle up. Then went back to Sonic.

"So... When can I go? I can't stand laying here for so long. It's killing me."

Sonic starred at Tails with a begging look in his eyes. His fox friend couldn't help but laugh at him. Deep down he knew Sonic hadn't changed much. But something was different about him. Like he was hiding something. He just shook his head, smiling, and responded,

"I'd expect that with the injuries you have even you wouldn't mind resting for a while... But, I guess if you really feel that your body's strong enough, it wouldn't hurt if you..."

Sonic got up before Tails could finish. He stumbled a bit but regained his balance. He was very headstrong and he knew he wasn't strong enough to be up and around, but he didn't care. The feeling of freedom overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths and smiled to himself. But thoughts soon raced through his head remembering his fallen sell-mates. He looked to the pill bottle again, lost in his memories. FEMA. That name haunted him. Tails knew something was bothering him.

"You ok?"

He asked. Before Sonic could, Sally burst through the door.

"SONIC!?"

She said. She ran to him and grabbed him, squeezing him as tears ran down her face.

"I thought you where dead!"

She cried. Joy filled Sonic's body as he realized who it was. He couldn't believe Sally was here as well. He held her tight and squeezed his eyes shut and couldn't help but smile to himself. She looked at his face and touched the scar over his right eye,

"You look so different...'

He smiled at her and slowly ran his fingers through her hair. They starred into each others eyes, not knowing what to say. Then Tails broke the silence,

"Sonic, would you be willing to talk to me about the FEMA camps? Nobody knows much about what goes on inside those walls. Even my knowledge on them are limited. The resistance could use the intel to find the Order's weak points."

Sonic looked at him. He didn't say anything, just starred.

"Well... If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I understand how difficult it might be to talk about it."

"No... No, it-it's fine... I'll have to talk about it eventually... Where do you wanna talk...?"

He stumbled over his words, not wanting to talk about his time in the camp. But the knowledge he possessed about what goes on inside could help thousands, maybe even millions of prisoners.

"Follow me. We'll talk in my lab."

Tails replied. Sonic and Sally gave each other a final hug and departed. Then Tails and Sonic walked through the labyrinth of hallways.

"So how'd you get that scar over your eye. And can you even see out of it?"

Tails asked pointing out the ugly scar and white eye on Sonic's face. Sonic was looking at the ground, taking a few seconds to respond. He looked at Tails with a smirk on his face,

"I knew a kid their... Maximus. He was pretty cool. Young. Stupid. But he wasn't too bad once you got to know him... Well, one day while expanding the camp, he'd fallen behind and one of the guards noticed. The guard went up to him and kicked him to the ground and began to kick him. Pissed me off. I grabbed the nearest rock I could find and smacked him in the head with it. Hmh... More guards came and tried to pull me off of him. They pinned me down and one of them pulled out a knife and told me he was gonna scoop my eye out with it. When he got close enough I moved my head out of the way but he still made a bit of contact on my eye... So yeah... That's what happened..."

Sonic chuckled with tears in his eyes. He looked at Tails and quickly wiped his eyes, then looked back down to the ground. They walked on in silence. Each hallway they passed and entered looked the same. Sonic couldn't imagine how anyone could find their way through the maze. They finally reached a door. This door was different from the other ones they passed earlier. It was silver, unlike all the white doors, with a big cross etched in the middle. Their was a passcode lock on the wall to the right of the door. Tails punched in a code and the door slowly opened. Their was a large staircase, white like the hallway behind them. They walked down the stairs. When they got to the bottom Sonic couldn't believe what he saw. The lab was massive. A whole wall of different weapons set in front of him. He walked up to observe them. Their was everything. Automatic, semi-automatic, pump-action, anything you could imagine. Even some he'd never seen before. Beneath those, every scope and grenade imaginable. Tails walked ahead, not realizing he'd lost his friend to the awesomeness of his collection of weapons.

"Looks like you're prepared for the apocalypse."

Sonic said. Tails walked over to him, looking at his weapons.

"Well, I guess you could say it is an apocalypse out their. Everyone counts on me to keep them safe and I intend on doing that. So our regulations here recommend that all children at the age of 10 start a basic unit of training."

"Hm, sounds like fun."

Sonic remarked. Tails walked back to where he was headed before, beckoning his hedgehog friend. Sonic followed him. They walked into a small room with a metal table and two chairs in the center. Similar to an interrogation room. Tails sat down in the chair in the far end and pulled out a recorder from his pocket.

"Hope you don't mind me recording this."

"Sure, if you don't mind me asking what for."

Sonic asked wandering around the room.

"Well, it's uhh..."

"Doing it to feel special?"

"Y-yeah..."

Tails said looking at his recorder.

"Sure."

Sonic chuckled. He sat down in the chair in front of Tails and propped his feet on the table.