42 Days After The Outbreak

'Audio file pulled from ransacked dorm, Zootopia Medical Training Facility'

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"Got it. This is Sergeant Abigail Wilde, daughter of Nicholas and Chief Judith Wilde. Date: Saturday, December 23rd, 2037. Week:… Oh, I don't know… 26 ish of medschool. Exactly six weeks ago, a patient came into the hospital showing signs of Y-pestis. If whoever the hell is listening to this is not aware of what Y-Pestis is, it's plague. I was following a doctor and acting as her assistant that day, for a research project. I was told that it could be treated with antibiotics. Three days later, the patient died. The doctor I was working with also got sick. However, she was one of the lucky ones. She was part of the five to ten percent that can survive it, if it dies off early enough. That was five weeks ago. Today, there are five thousand casualties, and fifteen thousand are sick. This is a tiny fraction of the twenty one million in Zootopia, but it's still a significant number. The hospitals are jam packed and training for doctors has gone down from eight years to two. We have also lost 12 officers to the illness. Still not a large fraction of the 20000 officers my mother has at her disposal, but a mammal life is a mammal life.

102 Days After The Outbreak

'Footage from the official ZPD website of Chief Wilde in a press conference'

"My fellow Zootopians. This past three months have been hard and distraught filled. You have nothing to fear. Our beloved mayor is expected to make a full recovery and be back on his feet in a few days. I see no reason to enact the Fallout Directive. The casualties continue to rise, but from what I am told, we will have a cure for the disease by the end of the year."

"Chief Wilde! What precautions would you recommend for the majority of the Zootopian population?"

"I would suggest all citizens to stay inside after dark. If you must go out, don't travel alone. This time of terror has promoted to the regular thugs of Zootopia to feel more privileged. However, this is not the case. The ZPD is cracking down on them and have put several behind bars. Thank you."

Unknown Days After The Outbreak

'Letter with 'Andrew' written on the front'

'Son. I'm sorry I won't meet you. Trust me. I'm going to a better place. I hope this finds you in good will. I'm sure it will. Your mother has always been one to keep her promises. I'm sorry I got sick. It's been a long sixty hours. Your mother just came to me with the news. I hope your mother will keep my story alive for you. I want you to know that your mother is an amazing mammal. She tried everything in her power to save me. She truly is a hero. So are your grandma and grandpa. Well, I'm starting to cry now. That's wonderful. I lo-'

The rest of the letter is covered in blood.