Disclaimer alert: I do not own sonic the hedgehog. Sega now owns him, but I am simply using the enviroment of the comics as inspiration. Many of the characters in this story aren't mine either! The ones I do own, use with my permision. Outsider out!

The ship was in a warm mood the day after the breakout. Nick emerged from his room and went to the bathroom. He then looked in the mirror at his reflection, and sighed. He had grown a tiny stubble on his face. He also had a multitude of scratches all over his body. He looked like an grizzled war veteran.

He put on his hygeine products, and then took to his clothes. His previous outfit was tattered to pieces, so he had to pick out a new outfit. He went to his closet and looked at the selection. He then pulled out some blue jeans and a brown long sleeved shirt. With his clothes ready, he walked out into the ship, his mind still computing the events of the last day.

Then the sounds of shooting rang out from the commons area. Nick whipped his head around to the source of the sound, and took off running. He entered the commons area panting and trying to catch his breath.

He looked around the room to see Flame, Leo, and Richie playing a split-screen game of Black ops on the huge display screen on the wall. The speakers were turned on loud, and the game could be heard throughout the whole ship.

Nick shook his head and sighed. "Turn that shit down before Nix blows a fuse." Flame looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Well we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Leo turned the volume down and then resumed to kill zombies on the screen.

Nick whipped his head to him. "Who's driving the ship?" Leo continued to play, and gave his response without looking at Nick. "I set it on auto pilot. Our next destination is Mercia. Our supplies ought to hold us over till then. Chill out man."

Nick nodded, and took a seat on the couch. Leo was in the lead, with the most points. But then Flame came running around a corner, blasting zombies with a ray gun. He jumped to the lead spot with the most points. Richie was in last place, sprinting away a horde of zombies. "Damnit! Flame, stop cheating!" Flame shrugged and smiled. "I'm not cheating. I'm just that good. Maybe if you complained less, you'd be as good as me."

Nick smiled and went off to the kitchen, still hearing complaints from the hallway. He turned a corner to get into the kitchen, and passed Harris. They shared a glance of respect, and walked past each other. They were in a terrible deal together, and they both acknowledged it.

He walked into the kitchen, which was large enough to fit the crew, and a couple more people. There were piles of breakfast food everywhere. Pancakes, sausage, bacon, waffles, and much more. Nick's eyes teared up a bit looking at the piles of food. It was quite the sight. Then there was a humming coming from the center of the kitchen. Nick couldn't see who it was however, due to the food all around him.

He walked around the mountains of food, and the figure came into view. It was Baby and Xavier humming and cooking food. The both wore aprons and were smiling as they cooked. Nick was in total shock. How could they have cooked all this food. "How did you...Where did this food come from?"

Xavier and Baby looked back at Nick. Xavier shrugged. "I made waffles." Baby wiped her hands on her apron. "I made the rest of the stuff." Nick grabbed a plate and stacked a couple of pancakes. He tasted them, and nearly cried. They were almost the best thing he had ever had. The texture and fluffyness was perfect.

"My god...These are delicious." Baby nodded, as if it was a well known fact. "Naturally, I am the best cook on the ship." Xavier looked offended for a moment and started to curse at Baby. They then promptly had an arguement, which Nick used for cover to leave the kitchen, taking more pancakes with him.

He walked away from the quickly escalating conflict, making an observation about Xavier. He was pretty mean when he wanted to be. Nick was walking about, not noticing he had walked into the cargo area. He hadn't noticed the surprised cat eyeing him from the dark either. Nick heard a noise and stopped to look around the room. But it was dark, and he couldn't see who was in the room. Then a cat walked out.

She stood out against the darkness, and was orange. She wore ripped jeans, and a scrabby black singlet. Her hair was blond and wavy, with an scar down her right arm. With a birthmark on her head, she had emerald green eyes that matched her tufts of singed fur. "Um, hi."

Nick sighed. Another weirdo to deal with, another problem. "So, who are you?" She seemed shy, or at least not very socially flexible. Maybe she didn't have a lot of friends. "My name's Shelly." Nick nodded and walked off. He was tired and was very sleepy, as if a guy from another planet controled his actions. He then drifted off into sleep.

Author note: I will come back to this setting on day, when I feel like it. For now, I'll be content with a new story I'm starting. If you want to submit OC's, make them magically, weapon, scientificly oriented. The story will be called The brimstone society. Outsider out!