Tails wound up for a spin dash, and rocketed through the submerged caverns of Hydrocity, scooping up rings and exploding badniks with equal ease. A sudden reversal of direction stopped him just short of a set of spikes, and back spun him into a flip that landed on a red springboard, catapulting him out of the water and allowing him to wind up his twin tails and fly into a secret chamber where he collected a super ring, worth 50 normal rings (all 7 Chaos emeralds were long since collected).<br/><br/>Andrew Reynarder hunched over his handheld computer, watching the moving images on the screen and listening to the upbeat music in hies earpiece with almost manic intensity. Unfortunately, he'd played the game so much that it no longer needed his full attention, and his mind wandered even as the electronic kitsune collected a water shield and dived headlong into another battle with Robotnik.<br/><br/>It had been almost a day since he'd been transported to this world. A simple camping trip has turned into a disaster, and the disaster had turned into... he wasn't sure there was a word bad enough, at least one a 14 year old fox should know.<br/><br/>'You'd think if a kid gets transported through dimensions by some sort of portal, it should be to save some planet with the power of friendship and convient plot based hardware. Not just pulled in as a side effect of collecting that salamadon.' This city was ruined enough, like a bad oughts post apocalyptic movie, or some of the scenes from the East coast before transmissions had stopped.<br/><br/>His first impulse on escaping the lizardlike predator, which had landed badly on falling from the portal exit, had been to find people and ask for help. He'd quickly spotted a group of nervous humans, but showing himself and calling out had just caused them to panic and run, exept for the couple who'd put up rifles and taken pot shots. Only his quick reflexes had prevented him being stuffed and mounted right there.<br/><br/>Though he'd quickly decided he was pretty much stuffed anyway. One good thing about the disaster was that it had hit recently, and so suddenly, there hadn't been tine for any really systematic looting, and he now had a substantial cache of canned food and bottled drinks in the cellar he'd selected as a daytime refuge. And toilet paper, something most world saving heroes seemed to leave off their logistics planning. He'd also acquired enough newspapers to get a rough idea of the situation.<br/><br/>It was 2020, ten years earlier than in his own world, with which it clearly shared a common origin. However, none of the earlier papers made any mention of Splicers, or the nation of Sariel, or anything to indicate the genetic plagues that had led to his parents being gene-spliced with foxes, had ever existed. In this world, there were only humans, and anthros only existed on computers.<br/><br/>At least, until a few days ago. Now it seemed everything was being dumped into this world, and all of it wanted to eat the inhabitants, from some of the more hysterical stories. There still seemed to be some degree of organisation in this city, a refuge down by the docks, but he expected that if he showed up there, he wouldn't have time to blink beofre intercepting enough lead to build his own lifesize memorial statue. He'd located a secure place to hide, then scouted by night, collecting what he could and avoiding contact with anyone, though he'd seen civilians, some sort of military guys, and other things earlier on.<br/><br/>Right now it was afternoon, and he was waiting until evening before venturing out again. To someone with low light vision and a pressing urge not to be seen, the night was a welcome ally. He just wondered what other creatures felt the same way, and how edible they found foxes. He'd scoop up more food, and create multiple scattered small caches, just as the non-sentient part of his ancestry had.<br/><br/>Long term... there wasn't one, as far as he could see. The humans would see him as a predator, and the predators would see him as lunch. Maybe he could find a portal just as it was opening, and fling himself through. It might well be worse than this place, but since any monster in the immediate vicinity of the other side would have just vacated it, the location might just be more survivable than this one. If he could find one where the creature was recognisably from his world, he might even get home.<br/><br/>Robotnik's mixer machine disintegrated under the spinning tails of the flying fox, and Tails freed the robotocizer full of cute fluffys, then posed making a V as a end of level marker dropped from the sky and cheery music played in his Andy's earpiece (letting the music play out loud was an open invitation to dinner, or rather, being dinner). If only the portal had carried him to Sauria, or Corneria, or even Mobius...