Heyo guys! This is completely different than what I promised! Sorry!

So, I promised to myself that I would post no stories that was not for sure going to be finished. And so far, I kept that promise. But, I am actually kind of proud of this. And also, if I want to write a book, I need to learn how to write OCs. So I did a bit of experimenting with this a while ago, and I kind of liked it. But I want an outsiders opinion. I want to know if my character's May Sue, if it's too cliché, if she doesn't stay in character all the way, if she's interesting, if she's realistic, all that stuff. I need to know. So I was hoping by posting this I would get some opinion. If you don't have anything to say, you don't have to. I would like some normal reviews too. But whether or not this would ever be continued, we will have to see. Sorry guys. But enjoy it anyway!

I didn't know how I got there, or if there even existed.

Maybe I finally lost it. Maybe the whole thing was made up. Maybe it never existed.

I might have believed that it was all no more than an illusion, except for the fact that it felt so real.

Hello, my name's Emily something Wise. And this is my story.

It started out as a normal day, ya' know? The birds were a singin', the children were a laughin', and I was a pickpocketin'.

Yep. A normal day for 'Ly Wise. Just a normal day.

Now, before I go further into this story, I need to explain something to ya'. I'm homeless. Yep. Your average, streetwise, Hobo Joe from the street. Don't know exactly where my parents are at the moment, nor do I care. See, me and my parents, we have something you might call a 'bad relationship', and that's why I ran away.

Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my parents and all… well, actually… I don't. Yeah. Some of you might say, "Of course you love your parents! Somewhere deep inside you must feel some attachment to them!"

Well, I don't. It's kinda' hard to get attached to something you probably see only a few hours a week. And those few hours weren't exactly what you would call pleasant experiences.

Which was why I ran away. And changed my last name. There was no way that I was going to have any connections to those people. I ran away, and I was not coming back.

So, when I ran away, I decided I needed a new name. And some stupid voice inside my head decided, Hey! What about Wise? Emily Wise? That sounds catchy!

So of course I, being the young and foolish girl I was, went with it. And it kinda' stuck.

Is it unrealistic? Yes. Is it stupid? Yes. Is it cheesy? Are people weirded out by it? Why, yes and yes.

So why don't I change it? Because one, I can't think of anything else, and two, you try tracking down the record of a girl named 'Emily Wise'.

And I can assure you someone is gonna' read this, and they're going to say, "Hey! My name's Wise! You insulted me deeply and I'm gonna' press charges and blah blah blah blah blah."

To be honest, I don't care. If you're last name happens to be Wise, good for you! But when you come up with a name when you're eleven and you think it's the most awesome thing ever and everyone will be impressed by it and it turns out that they're not, well… it leaves a negative impression on you, okay? And like I said, the name stuck.

So anyways, I'm sure you're all bored out of your mind reading my tragic backstory and you just want me to get on with it, so I guess I better stop rambling and get on with this stupid thing.

So like I said, it was a normal day for Emily Wise.

I was pickpocketing, conning, and pulling off that 'poor little helpless homeless girl' look on passerby's while I was panhandling. You know, the normal teenage stuff.

But then, unfortunately, I died.

I know what you're all thinking: You think that I can't be dead because… well… you know. Only living beings can type stories. But I can assure you that I was very much dead.

Are you interested in how I died? You aren't? Well, too bad. You're going to hear it anyway.

It went something like this:

I just pickpocketed a rich dude. He was one of those snotty guys with big noses and large suits and the newest i-phone. So anyways, I stole his wallet and whatever, and I slipped into an alleyway to count the change. But, a few of my other street buddies saw me. And by buddies, I mean acquaintances. And by acquaintances, I mean terrible jerks who hate my guts.

So they cornered me (in the alleyway) and demanded some money for a dealing I did about a week ago. Apparently, whatever I gave them wasn't 'sufficient pay', and I needed to give them more.

I tried to argue that plastic play money was a great pay and now they could go home and rip off a few kids at the park with it.

They weren't being very reasonable at the moment.

So, of course, being the stupid jerks they are, they decided to go seven to one. One guy kneed me in the stomach and the others hit me with lead pipes that happened to be laying around. Don't ask me why or how, but there was lead pipes. And a bunch of other hard things. But it was mostly lead pipes.

Once they finished hitting me to near death with lead pipes, they took my rightfully earned money and ran, leaving me in the gutter.

Is it needless to say that I was hurting?

I was in a lot of pain or whatever. Clutching my body and maybe crying a little bit. I freaked out when I started to cough up blood, and started to have something commonly known as a panic attack. But that's hard to do when you're ribs are broken.

But despite everything, I think I still had a chance of living, you know? If I lived for a few more minutes, I nice couple would have found me and sped me off to the hospital. Sure, I would be thrown into juvy for a few months and then put into the system, but I would have lived.

That is, if it didn't start to rain.

It started to rain, hard. I was soaked to the bone. Clothes wet, teeth chattering, hands shaking. My poor body just couldn't handle it.

So I died.

Right there.

In the rain.

Alone.

Some of you guys will think that's very sad and all. Sad that a fourteen-year-old African American homeless girl, just barely over the age of childhood, would die like that. Die by being beaten to death by a bunch of worthless jerks who belong in juvy.

Though, honestly, that was just the start of a new life.

It's kinda' ironic, really. Die to live. But that's how my life goes, I guess.

So after I died, I woke up in an alley.

Was I weirded out?

No, not really.

Believe it or not, I dream about death (my death specifically) an unnatural number of times. It's kinda' creepy, really. I just blame it on my homelessness and my lovely parents.

So when I woke up in an alley, after 'dreaming' about death, I was only slightly confused by the fact that I couldn't remember falling asleep.

But, nonetheless, I shouldered my backpack and put up my hoodie, trying to block out my easy-to-recognize frizzy hair.

I decided to start out the day as normal. I went looking for the biggest crowds to pickpocket and then maybe look out for any conning opportunities later.

Here's the first thing that I noticed when I walked out the alley: the city was filled with animals.

And not just your normal kind, but a kind that walk, talk, and act like humans. I even saw one guy holding a smartphone.

And it wasn't just a few sheep or a cute bunny here and there. But I'm talking big, humongous, man-eating carnivores. Polar bears, tigers, lions, hyenas, and even a grizzly bear. All walking and talking like normal human beings. Flashing their pointy claws and big, shiny teeth.

Is it appropriate to say that I screamed? Well, I did.

I screamed and ran the opposite direction.

In hindsight, that probably wasn't a very good idea. Because that meant everyone looked my direction. Which was exactly the opposite of what I wanted at the moment. Lucky for me though, they didn't see my face. Or any other human parts. Otherwise there'd been some huge trouble.

When I screamed and ran the opposite direction, a few of them shouted out to me or tried to follow me. But when I didn't respond they just shrugged their shoulders and went back to their own very important lives.

Once I gathered my senses, I decided that screaming like a maniac wasn't going to get me anywhere, so figured I should probably figure out what the heck was going on.

The first thing that I did was climb a roof. I went up the rain gutter and sat on the top, taking a good look on the city.

The city was huge, much better than my old one. And everything was animal-based. There was even a popular singer that was animal. The city seemed to be split up into several sections depending on the average animal's natural habitat.

With a little further examination, I realized the city was called Zootopia, which was way weirder than it sounded.

Afterward, when I got my bearings, I put up my hoodie and buried my hands deep into my pockets and wandered deep into the crowd, trying to gather whatever information I can.

I caught snippets of gossip, laughter, boring meeting talks, a few top-secret government things, and the normal morning squabble. I may have snatched a few wallets here and there but hey, can you blame a guy?

So from what I gathered, I learned… absolutely nothing. Besides the fact that there was seemingly no humans around.

After all that snooping, I started to get hungry. Usually, I could go to a local dumpster and pick out a few things, but I was new to this town. I didn't know which dumpsters were good or not. I didn't know if the food was even edible.

So I decided to dine third class. Just for the night.

After slinking around, I found (to my surprise) a pizza place. Deciding you couldn't go wrong with pizza, I walked in.

I knew that it was probably stupid. But stupid ideas were kinda' my thing. I learned that when you're not supposed to be somewhere, act like you own the place.

So I strolled right up to the counter like I've been there a thousand times, ignoring the bewildered looks from those who saw snippets of my hands and face.

After I stared at the menu for a few moments, I knocked on the desk, trying to get the cashier's attention, "Yo! Sheep boy! Get me a pepperoni, would you?"

The sheep mumbled something in response, not looking up at me just yet. He turned to the kitchen and yelled something, and there was a yell back. Only then did the sheep get a good look at me.

I am pleased to say that I scared the pop tarts out of him.

When he saw me, he jumped and backed up against the wall, just staring. I glared, "Is there a problem, sheep boy?"

He jumped again, "O-oh! N-n-nothing at all! Ahem. I'm s-s-so sorry, I'm just afraid to say that I've never seen your kind before."

Everyone was staring. My hood was over my face, but I needed to look up in order to look confident, "Yeah, that's not surprising. You see, I had a rare birth defect when I was little. It's called… humasynthesis. Yeah, humasynthesis. It kinda' makes your face go all screwy, ya' know?"

The sheep nodded quickly, "Y-y-yes! Of course! I'm s-s-so sorry! Um, Joe! You have the pep-pepperoni yet?"

"Almost done, Jake!"

Many of the other animals had stopped staring by now, taking the excuse. Only a few of them snuck glances here and there. I ignored them.

The pizza was finally ready, and I forked over the cash. I gave the sheep my 'cute little homeless girl' smile, "Thank you so much."

"Y-yeah, don't mention it."

So I took my pizza and quickly strolled out of the shop. I had to say, that went way better than I expected. Maybe that could become my normal hangout place. Get to know the guys and stuff. After they get used to my face, there shouldn't be any problems.

I stuffed the pizza in my mouth before realizing that the pepperoni was made of fish. At first I was surprised, but then I remembered that pigs walked around on two feet too. The thought of eating humanized pigs made me lose my appetite. I put my pizza in a plastic bag for later.

I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why I was handling it so well. Let me tell you a common rule on the streets: adapt of die. Pretty simple, right? Let me explain.

When you're living on the streets, you need to learn how to adapt. Whether it be harsh weather, new gangs, new patrols, new shops, new cops, new people, or new security cameras, it's adapt, adapt, adapt. Figure things out or die. So you wake up one day in a completely different world? You need to adapt. Can't go around wallowing in confusion or wonderment. That won't get you anywhere. You need to adapt so you can survive. Simple as that.

Don't get me wrong, I was still completely freaked out. I was especially scared of the ginormous lions and bears, but I can't be living in fear. I need to adapt.

So after I got my pizza, it was around mid-day. I needed money. Surprisingly, you usually don't get much pickpocketing. That is, unless you use their credit cards. But that's just mean. I don't do stuff like that. I usually just drop all the wallets in a lost and found somewhere. Doesn't matter where, just somewhere.

Anyways, I needed money, right? I returned to one of the many things I was good at: conning people. I just needed to find something to sell.

As I was walking in an alleyway, I found a trash can full of dead lightbulbs. There was perhaps twenty or so. I smiled. Perfect.

I grabbed the dead lightbulbs and cleaned them the best I can, taping any cracks with Duct Tape (yes, I carry duct tape in my pack). But I just didn't randomly smack on duct tape, I put it in a way so it looked good. Making stripes and zigzags.

Afterward, I walked to the local park and grabbed a bunch of pebbles. I filled up the lightbulbs and made hooks out of some old rusty fishing hooks I found in a fishing tavern. I put the hooks in the holes Duct Taped them on. This all happened maybe under an hour.

Nobody payed much attention to me as I did all of this. That's the upside to modern society. To distracted by phones and winey kids to be worrying about a bum on the street.

After I was done, I stood up and looked at my work. Little Christmas ornaments. And they actually looked pretty good too. The only problem now is selling them in July.

I went to the shadier part of town. The type of place where there's just amount of shady people and stupid people. Around the place where people don't ask questions.

With my hood still down, I set up my little stand. I lined my little lightbulbs on a crate and took out my sharpie marker. I wrote in big, bold letters XMAS STUFF. GET 'EM EARLY! 60% OFF!

In case you're wondering, no, it wasn't 60% off. People would buy anything if it's on sale though.

I pulled my hood tightly over my face. I decided that I was going to buy new clothes with the money. A baggier sweatshirt, gloves, sunglasses, ski mask, maybe even a scarf. You know, all those things to make me blend in more.

Trying to keep myself as inconspicuous as possible, I screamed, "CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS! GET IT BEOFRE THE CHRISTMAS RUSH! GET IT BEFORE ALL YOUR NEIGHBORS! IMPRESS YOUR FRIENDS! GINORMOUS DISCOUNT!"

As you can see, inconspicuous and screaming don't go well together.

At first, people only gave me odd looks before walking by quickly. I didn't blame them. This was probably the stupidest conning idea I had in a long time. And I doubt my strange outer appearance helped either.

Eventually though, I spotted a target. It was a slim cheetah woman, highly dressed and highly fashioned. I could tell right away that she was a showoff. I pointed at her and yelled, "You! You ma'am! I can tell you are a woman of high class! Never seen anyone else as beautiful as you!"

The woman puffed in pried and walked over, but faltered when she saw my face from under the hood, "What are you?"

"I, my good, young ma'am, am a rare species with a birth defect. I can tell you are disgusted by my appearance, and you have a good reason to be so! A woman of your status shouldn't me affiliating with the likes of me."

The woman sniffed and started to walk away, "I should hope so."

"Wait! Before you go, don't you want to be better than all your friends?"

That caught her attention, "Wh-what?"

"I said, don't you want to be better than all your friends? If so, get your winter decorations early and cheap! Everyone's doing it!"

"But's it's July."

"Christmas in July! You need to get your stuff before the rush and all the prices are jacked! It's really the smart thing to do. Get 'em cheap now so you can relax later."

She walked back over to my crappy little stand, "That sounds surprisingly reasonable."

"That's because it is! It's way reasonable. You'll impress everybody!"

She picked up a lightbulb and studied it. "What's inside it?"

"Oh, just a little secret ingredient of mine. It's imported! Way from the other side of the world! Makes it look really nice and natural, don't you think? Nice and homey."

"Well, imported things certainly is a nice thing to have in the house. Very unique."

"I couldn't have said it better myself, ma'am." She examined the ornaments a little bit longer, and I saw that she was quickly realizing how stupid it was, "But you better hurry. It's 60% off! The price will go back tomorrow. They're simply flying off the shelves at this point. Better get 'em before everybody else."

"How much is it?"

"12 dollars."

"12 dollars?"

"Each."

"Each!? What do I look like to you? A walking piggy bank?"

Yes… "But that's the point ma'am! It's usually around twenty dollars each! You need to get them before the prices go back up! It's a once in a life time deal! Don't miss out!"

The prospect of missing an opportunity like that seemed to have made up her mind, "In that case, I'll take the whole lot."

My eyes widened. The whole lot? That was better than I could have ever imagined. Let's see… twenty times twelve equals… two hundred and forty dollars! Was this woman mad? I knew instantly that I needed to lower the price tag. If I dropped a bomb that big it would shake her to her senses. I shook off my shock and returned to my business demeanor, "That is an incredibly smart choice ma'am. That way when you decorate, you'll have a nice continuity. A fantastic choice, really. And since you're so smart, I'm gonna' cut you some slack, okay? So, with the discount, it will be two hundred and forty dollars," the woman's eyes widened, "but I'm not going to be that cruel to ya', okay? I'm gonna' give ya' another discount, you know? It will, unfortunately, hurt my business, but that's okay, 'cause I have a feeling you're a smart woman. I'm going to cut the slack, and make it only 195 dollars, ya' know? You're getting a real steal here."

"195 dollars… that's… that's…"

"Look, lady. Take it or leave it. By tomorrow, to buy all of this would be four hundred."

At that thought, her eyes widened and she bought everything. She forked over the money and promptly walked off. And what did I do? I ran, of course.

Once I was out of sight, I did a little victory dance. Was it immature? Yes. But it's not every day that you get one hundred and ninety-five dollars in one sitting! That's like, insane!

So after I did my victory dance, I found a local clothes store and walked in it, pretty confident in my 'birth defect' excuse. I was about 85% sure that I had everything figured out.

So, of course, that's the perfect time for everything to go downhill.

I walked into the store and found the clothes I said before. Glasses, extra-extra baggy clothes, gloves, scarf, and—with some afterthought—a hat.

Nobody noticed me yet. And I acted like I knew exactly what I was doing. Nobody payed me much attention. I walked up to the counter and laid my clothes down. The cashier wasn't paying me any attention at all. She was listening to a Gazelle song on her i-pod. She hummed as she put my clothes into a plastic bag and handed it to me, along with the receipt. "That will be seventy-three dollars m—"she broke off and her eyes widened.

She saw me.

The young employee screamed, backing up against the wall, crying hysterically and pointing at me. I tried to explain my made-up birth defect, but soon other people started to scream. They either looked at me in disgust, horror, or confusion. Soon everyone was in full on panic mode (though I'm pretty sure half of them didn't even know what they were screaming about).

I stood there like an idiot, unsure how to react. I heard crazy rumors begin to spread, and some of the animals were beginning to become hostile. Still, I stood. That was until I heard someone call the police. And if there's one thing on this demented Earth that can get me moving, it's the police.

I grabbed my bag of clothes off the counter and ran, pushing anybody out of my way. I burst out the doors and onto the streets. I could already hear the police sirens.

I ran straight forward into the alley just as the cops surrounded the shop, trying to calm the frenzied mob. I looked backwards, seeing the cops were just as disorganized as the pedestrians around them, I smiled, confident that I got away.

But like I said, that's the best time for things to go downhill.

Two of the cops saw me and broke off from the crowd. My eyes widened and turned left into the busy street. Cars and trucks swerved to avoid me, and a few jaywalkers were forced to jump back to the sidewalks. But the two police guys just kept coming, and one of them was hopping around like a super ninja. I think it was a… bunny?

Seeing the cars weren't helping, I ran onto the sidewalks to the center of the large crowd. Usually, I'm like, super good of losing people in crowds. But that turns out to be way harder in animal crowds, where some of the animals are lower than your knee and you can easily accidently trample them. Not to mention large dangerous polar bears are way harder to push aside than normal humans. That turned out even less useful than the cars.

So that left my last option: alleyways. Alleyways are usually right up my alley (heh heh, I made a pun), but not this time. I didn't know this city. I was in a whole new world, figuratively and literally. I could run myself into a corner if I wasn't careful. But it was my only option. I turned into the first alleyway I saw. And you know what happened? I ran myself into a corner.

I tried to turn around but the cops were already there. And they were perhaps the strangest pair of cops I've ever seen. A fox and a bunny. Now that's a pair you don't see every day.

The bunny was standing up confident and holding out her badge, while the fox was doubled over, gasping for breath.

"How are… you mammals… so fast?"

"Suck it up Nick."

"Whatever… you say… Carrots. Just don't mind me… dying… over here."

The bunny and foxed looked up at me in unison, which I thought was kinda' cute. Both of their eyes widened in surprise. The fox spoke first, "Are you even mammal?"

The bunny elbowed him and got over her initial shock, "We are Officers Hopps and Wilde, part of the ZPD, Zootopia Police Department. I am afraid we need to take you in."

At this point, I was thoroughly freaked out. But I knew I couldn't let it show. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to breath for a few moments, gathering my scattered nerves. When I opened my eyes, I put on a relaxed smile, "Under what charges? Looking different?"

"Under suspected criminal activity, suspected participation in illegal cross breeding, being a breakthrough of a new species, and stealing that bag of clothes," she pointed at the bag I was carrying, "you will come quickly and quietly, miss…?"

"Wise. Emily Wise. And from what I can tell, nearly all of that is suspicions without proof, cops jumping to conclusions, and misunderstandings. You see, I was born with a rare birth defect called humasynthesis, thank you very much. And I will gladly pay for this apparently 'stolen' shopping bag right here and now."

The fox yawned and stretched, "If you think that's gonna' convince Carrots to get off your case, you're dumber than you look."

The bunny and me ignored him, "In order to prove your apparent birth defect, we will need to see identification and/or a birth certificate. Otherwise we will need to take you in, by force if necessary."

Wow, this cop was good. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have an identification and/or a birth certificate. I wasn't even sure if my parents went through the trouble to get me one. As far as I could tell, I was born in an apartment. I would be highly surprised if they went to the doctors and filed everything out. But I couldn't tell this rabbit that. I pretended to look through my pockets, and then my pack, trying to buy myself time. The bunny had seemed to realize that I had no identification. She turned to her walkie talkie attached to her shoulder, "Requesting backup in Jumpturn Alley, 843 Elkmore Street. We have the target, I repeat, we have the target…"

The fox, meanwhile, started to get in a defensive stance. I had a feeling he knew what I was doing better than the rabbit.

I let go of my pack, allowing it to swing back to my shoulders, "Sorry, seems like I forgot my stuff at home. Now if you just let me through I'll be able to get my stuff and show you my—"

The fox held his paw over his dart gun, "We both know that you don't have an identification, Wise Guy."

"Oh. Haha. I see what you did there. Hilarious. See how hard I'm laughing right now? Hahaha. Ha."

The bunny took out a pair of miniature handcuffs, "Please cooperate and put your hands behind your back, ma'am."

I pretended to play along. I walked over slowly with my hands above my head, and then turned around, placing them behind my back. The fox relaxed and folded his arms, hands far away from the dart gun.

And that, my good sirs and ma'ams, is when you make your move.

I kicked the fox in the stomach and pushed over the bunny. And then I ran (again). If they were normal cops, I wouldn't have been able to do that. But it's a fox and bunny for crying out loud. They're about as tall as my waist (if you count the ears)!

So I sprinted across the street and up an old fire escape ladder. When I reached the top, I desperately searched for a place to hide. I ran to the edge of the roof and saw a window sill I could climb onto. I felt my stomach lurch as I eased my way down, but then I heard two very cranky personages climbing up the ladder. And if there's one thing that scares me more than the thought of falling to my death, it's cops.

Especially angry ones,

So I curled up in the window sill (it was luckily a very wide window sill) and held my breath. I heard the footsteps stop above me.

"Where'd she go?" asked the fox angrily.

"I don't know. Check the premises."

They started moving boxes and crates around on the rooftop. I was suddenly very glad for hiding on a window sill.

To my left, I heard sirens and the screeching of cars.

"Officer Hopps! Officer Wilde! Where is the suspect?" a gruff voiced yelled from below. I couldn't see them from the angle of the building and hopefully, they couldn't see me.

"I don't know Chief! It's like she disappeared!" the bunny replied.

"She?"

"Yes, I am fairly certain it was a girl."

"Fan the area, men! Search for her! Hoppes and Wilde! Come down here and tell me what you have figured out."

"Whatever you say, Chief," the fox sighed. I heard the groan of the ladder as they climbed back down.

After I was certain they reached the bottom, I looked for an escape route. The apparent Chief ordered his men to search the area, and it wouldn't take them long to look where I was. Shushing the butterflies in my stomach, I climbed down the building, one window sill at a time. Luckily for me, the animals who resided in it were mostly all at work. Whenever I started to get cold feet, I just imagined myself being a super ninja on a special spy mission, and if I messed up, the planet would explode.

Did it help? No, not at all. But it was fun anyways.

Finally, I reached the last sill. I jumped to the bottom and landed on some trash bags for cushioning. Literally, cushioning. The bags were filled with old cushions.

This is a good business opportunity, I thought. But then I heard voices. "But not right now."

So, for what felt like the billionth time that day, I sprinted through the alleyways. After reaching what I felt like was a safe distance, I leaned against the wall and finally let myself take a breather. Only then did I fully comprehend what happened. It all came crashing down on me all at once. So what did I do? I laughed.

I laughed so hard I thought that my cheeks would rip.

It wasn't a 'haha' laugh, it was more a laugh of hysteria. I just couldn't help it. I mean, I just escaped a rabbit and a fox, both in which were wearing these adorable police outfits. How many people can say that? I couldn't wait to tell the guys at hom—

But then I remembered that I wouldn't be going home. That I was (technically) dead. My maniacal laughter stopped suddenly, and slid down the wall into a sitting position. It was like my entire body just… deflated. I was in a world, full of animals. I was hardly there for a day, and already a wanted fugitive. Everybody would be looking for me now. Nobody would ever accept me. I was now officially Freak #1.

Yippee.

Before I could sink into further depression, my stomach rumbled. Grateful for the distraction, I unzipped my backpack and took out my pepperoni pizza. It was now lukewarm. I pulled out the pizza and tossed the now greasy bag. It took me about ten seconds flat to devour it. And I was still hungry.

Licking my fingers, I stood up. I decided that being a little hungry wouldn't hurt anything. The hunger pains would distract me.

Another rule from the streets: distractions are good. It keeps you from thinking about how messed up your life is.

And my life is certainly messed up.

Picking up my pack and bag of clothes, I noticed how late it was getting. The next order of operation: finding a place to sleep.

I wandered around the city a bit, making sure to keep my hood up the entire time. I eventually found an empty dumpster between two abandoned buildings. It looked like it hadn't been used in ages. But it still stunk just as bad.

I broke the rusty lock keeping it closed and looked inside. After a bit of deciding, I deemed it livable. For now, at least.

I put on my handy new gloves and cleared out some of the crap still stuck on the edges. Then I took out my own lock and bicycle chain and threaded it through so that the lock was on the inside (yes, I had a bike once).

After I was satisfied with my work, I bundled myself up in my new clothes and used my backpack as a pillow.

As weird as it was, I found it sorta' comforting, you know? Just to be sleeping alone in a dumpster. Just like any normal day at home. I could almost imagine that I was not in an animal-ruled world.

Almost.

After fluffing up my backpack one last time, I laid my head down and zonked out immediately.

So... yeah. It's a little different writing style than we're used to, but I think I did okay, right?

Well, anyways, please, please, please review. I'm going for reviews for this fic, not follows or favs. Even if you have absolutely no insight at all, it's always good to get reviews. At least I know you liked it enough to review, right? So... yeah. Thank you in advance!

Don't own Zootopia, but I do own the OC.