This choice: A Distant Island Is Hit With A Strange Epidemic • Go Back...Chapter #3Sand Blast Outbreak by: Kyuna   "*Bzzt* Sand Blast City... *Bzzzt* Fallen... I repeat... *Bzzzzzt* Has Fallen. All Person *Bzzzzzt* Immediately..." The signal then died down into nothing but static.
"Sand Blast City?" Tails thought to himself. "That's the place Bunnies relative lives.... Right! It was filled with all the Robians too.... But what could be going on there?" Tails decided to change course and investigate. "It may not be friendly, but they need help!" He said, knowing that Sonic and the other Freedom Fighters wouldn't back down, so neither would he.
Tails eventually managed to reach the dome covered city and observed it from the air. "The glass is hard to see through... but it doesn't look bad..." He started talking himself out of investigating. "No! They sent that Distress Call for a reason. I need to go down and check." Tails piloted the plane closer to the ground and looked for an entrance to land by. However all of the normal entrances were completely sealed off, with no guards surrounding the outside. This did strike him as odd. Who was keeping them prisoners in the dome? If he couldn't investigate from above. He'd have to enter from below.
Activating some switches on the Tornado, Tails made it shift from its normal plane mode, to that of a drill. A very recent addition he might add... Having timed the morph perfectly, he collided with the ground and burrowed underneath several yards, then began making his way upward through the glass, until he broke through the ground.
Tails was hardly out of the plane before he was gagging. The smell that permeated the air smelled like rotten eggs and skunks. He got out and fumbled around trying to get away from the scent... wherever it was coming from, but there was no escaping it. The entire dome reaked.
Before he could do anything, several of the inhabitants approached him. His entrance wasn't exactly quiet. "What are... *Urp* You doing here?!" One of the portly members stated. Tails could see that all of them were all a varying degree of overweight, and their clothes were stained with grunge. Not something the inhabitants used to be known for. "I heard the Distress Call on the radio... *Cough* and I came to help." Tails answered them, trying to stay focused over the smell.
The biggest of the members, a bear started a combination of laughing and belching at the same time. "You Stupid Runt! *Burp* That aint a Distress Call. It'sa bloody Quarantine Announcement! We's been locked in 'ere for the past few days, aint you get that part?"
Tails froze. The Static in the Radio completely cut out the parts that could have mentioned the quarantine, and now he was smack dab in the middle of it.... Whatever it was. "Uh... Hey... Let me.... see if there's anything I can do..." Tails offered nervously, now fearing for his own safety here.
"Nuthin we, anyone else, or even ya can do 'bout it." Another member gawked. And it's too late fer ya to play doctah....... This Shits Airborne....... Welcome to the *URRP* Club.".
Tails heart dropped, his legs wobbled, it took all he could to not fall over. "C-Club.... What Club?"
The Bear Spoke. "I called it the Slob Virus. *Belches* back when I was still doctorin...." Tails only looked at him with confusion. The bear looked, acted, smelled, and acted like someone he'd find in a Trailer Park. Not a Doctor by any chance. The Bear let off a large fart before continuing. Not even acknowledging it, "Best get used to this Fox." He said patting his belly. "First the weight starts... and it aint gonna stop.... Then the gas..... *Urp* Oh yeah... the gas... and then..." He laughed and stopped. "Why Spoil the fun. You'll see 'ventually..." He motioned for the others to head out. Leaving Tails the only one there with the plane... The Fully Functional Plane.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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