It all started two years ago. Back when everything was alright in the world, and everyone was at peace. Our city was thriving; crime rates were the lowest that they had ever been. New shops and houses were being made at incredible rates. Everyone was happy. Mammals started believing a new age of prosperity was among them, and that things would be great for a long time.

Man, were they wrong.

My name's Nick Wilde. I'm the leader of a group of mammals, who fight in order to take back what's ours. We will keep fighting until there are none of us left. We've all been through hell. But what I've gone through, what I've seen...what I had to do to keep the ones I cared about safe...

I've experienced it all, and I guess it's time I share those experiences with you. Hold onto something, because you're in for a crazy ride.

(Nick's POV)

I woke with a jump, and pain shot through my body. I clenched my teeth, and sat my body back sown against my bed. I surveyed my surroundings. It looked like I was in a hospital, if the florescent lights and morphine stand attached to me were anything to go by. I pressed the red button on the remote connected to my bed for what felt like a hundred times, but nobody came. The usual bustle that I associated with hospitals was non-existent. In fact, it was completely silent in the halls.

I tried to recall how I had gotten here. The last thing I remembered was riding in the van with Finnick. We were on our way back from that bar that had just opened up last night. We were talking about something, and then... The car crash! Some asshole t-boned us! Oh, god, I hope Fin's alright. I'm sure he's in better shape than I am. I was on the side the car hit.

Seeing there weren't any doctors or nurses around who were in any hurry to help me, I decided to get out of the bed on my own. I pulled the blanket I was wrapped in off of my body, and sat up. It was excruciatingly painful to move my torso. I probably have a few broken ribs. I turned my body to face the side the morphine stand was on, and slowly slid off the bed. My paws touched the floor, and it was as cold as ice. My legs nearly buckled under me, as I assume I hadn't used them since the crash last night. I grabbed onto the medicine stand and used it as leverage to walk my way to the door of my room.

I looked out in the hall to find that there were no mammals working at the nurse's station. Though it was odd, I didn't think much of it. I continued walking down the hall towards a sign that read "restrooms". I needed to take a leak. Once, I arrived at the sign, I read what else was on it. Vending machines, room numbers and another nurse's station. I decided to try and find a nurse that could, hopefully, help me, first.

As I continued walking along the empty hall, I began to hear what sounded like other mammals. It sounded as if it was coming from the direction of the nurse's station. As I turned the corner, I saw a door to another wing. It was closed off, with a chain wrapped around the handles and was spray painted to say, 'do not open' in large text. Curious, I continued walking towards the door, and as I did, the sounds of mammals got louder; it sounded like groaning. As I approached the door, I began to smell an awful stench.

I looked through a crack in the middle of the doors, and immediately regretted it. What I saw on the other side of that door was the stuff of nightmares. Blood was splattered on walls and floors, along with various species of mammals slowly walking or limping around, with muzzles and teeth covered in red. Some were missing parts of themselves, such as a wolf with a large areas of his chest, which looked to have been clawed out.

I stumbled back, away from the door and gasped loudly. Apparently, the mammals on the other side had heard me, as they all turned towards the door and walked up to it. They began to beat against the door with all the force of a train. The chain on the door began to rattle, and eventually fell to the ground. Whatever had happened to those mammals, I didn't want to be a part of it.

I ran for the first time in what felt like years. My legs were already burning, but I continued running. I didn't know how close those mammals were behind me, but I didn't turn around to check. I looked for an exit to the building, and found one; past the nursing station, and past my room. I slammed open the door, and was met with stairs on the outside of the building. I ripped the cables and needles that were attached to the IV stand out of my arms, and made my way down the stairs as fast as I could.

I ran and continued running. I found a bike rack, that was located in front of a local coffee shop, which was conveniently right around the corner of the hospital. The rack had a lone bike sat down next to it on the ground. I jogged over to the bike, and picked it up off of the ground. What I saw next, I was not ready for.

"Oh my God." I said. This could not be real.

Crawling at a snail's pace towards me, was a small female weasel, who was ripped completely in half, with large cuts on her arms and face. I nearly vomited, but managed to hold it in. She was, very obviously, not alive.

I got on the bike and sped away, towards a residential area where I would hopefully be able to get help. I peddled as fast as I could in my current state. My legs were burning, my torso was on fire, and I was running out of energy. As I entered the residential, I kept an eye out for anybody that could help me, but there wasn't a mammal to be seen anywhere. I needed rest, and I needed it now. I got off the bike, sat on a nearby curb, and gasped for air. I was in no condition to be exercising this vigorously.

As I settled down, I did something I haven't done in a long time. I cried. I cried for my friend Finnick, who I assumed was dead. I cried for all those mammals in the hospital, who I also assumed were dead. And I cried for the life I lost, as I knew it was never going to be the same.

During my breakdown, I heard hooves against concrete. I looked around, but saw no one. I was alone. Thinking I was just being paranoid, I ignored it, and went back to my sobbing. Suddenly, I felt a metal object connect with the back of my head. I yelped in pain. As my vision began to fade to black, I heard voices. Actual voices.

"I got him, dad!", a young voice said. Another voice, distinctly deeper and more masculine spoke after. "He's not one of them. But we're better safe than sorry."

I then felt another blow to the back of my head, and with that, I blacked out.

Author's Note: Hey, everyone. Thanks for reading! This is my first time writing something that isn't an essay for school, so I apologize if it came out a little half baked. I'm not sure if I am going to continue this story; that will be up to you whether or not I do. It would mean a lot if you told me what you thought of the story! Thanks again! Later :)