Why does it hurt..
Crimson red spreads across the cold ground, staining your uniform red like paint and water mixed. Silenced breath flowing, eyes going black and their lids go heavy.
She was right there..
Your gun laying as flat as you were was spent of it's bullets. Staring at it, your eyes manage to stay open a bit longer.
Maybe..if I rest..
Urging you like a lust, you feel the need to surrender to your weak, bleeding body. Your will to fight goes away and abandons you, leaving you to die.
It'll all..go away..
You were interrupted, however; a large boom of a door being swung open. The sound was downstairs, but it wasn't alone. The sounds of shouting and footsteps were scattering around the building. Soon, your door was reached. From behind, you heard two familiar voices.
Will they be mad?...
The door is kicked down by a familiar pair of officers; a bunny accompanied by a taller fox, "ZPD!" The bunny shouted. It didn't take them long to notice you near death. Their voices became null, but faint enough to hear muffled words.
The fox turned, keeping the door covered as he went to his radio, "HQ, this is ZPD officers, Nick and Judy Hopps; We have an officer down in the reported building. He's bleeding out."
Guys..
The bunny managed to get you on your back, doing whatever she could to help the bleeding bullet wound in your chest, "Miles..! Miles, don't die on us; We got you..!" She said, noticing Nick searching the room with his weapon ready.
Your eyelids begin to fall once again. Just before, you watched Nick notice a broken window.
No..Please don't say it..
You fade out into darkness, passing out from the blood loss. But not before hearing the words you hoped wasn't true from the fox looking down at the still object laying on the sidewalk below, "Hey, Carrots?..I think there's a body down there.."