A/N.
Zombies meets Zootopia ^.^ ever hear of. Jack Savage? Some veteran looking fanmade rabbit? We'll he'll be in this, An alternate version Zootopia btw. Had this idea for a while, And thought; Hey?! Why tf not?!
Nick Wilde walked down a worn down the Zootopia Police Department corridor, Skim light beaming through the cracks of boarded up windows. To keep, Them out. He felt pity on the repair crew, Nailing down new boards each morning and afternoon. He pulled at his shirt collar, Loosening his orange silky torn tie. Then brushing down his green wrinkled tattered-but-sewn-together Hawaiian shirt, Dotted and printed with dried blood from numerous fallen animals he'd put down. His police uniform was shredded completely, Probably due to it's fabric that is the only thing between Nick inside and the dozens of fetid claws from,
Zombified animals, Started few month's back. He barley got out alive from the outbreak, With the Zootopia government fallen in the first week. The remaining healthy survivors rendezvous back at the main Department, Barricaded it to hell.
His weapon, A maturely wolf-sized Colt. M1911 pistol. Fit snuggly in it's holster by his side, Eye lids half closed. Before all this shit began it used to be smugness, Now it's from fatigue. Exhaustion. And tiredness, Unless he had coffee.
Opening the doors to Rollcall, He sat to the closest seat there was. And gazed up at Bogo, Awaiting for everyone to calm down. He didn't notice Finnick, His right-hand man. Nick liked to refer Finn as, Was seated beside him.
"Sup, Homie." His deep, Groveling voice began. Putting out a paw, Which Nick shaked. Then looked back at Bogo, Reading something on the announcement table. At somepoint his eyes fell upon Judy, Sitting in front like always. And her 'Boy Friend' Jack Savage, His arm around her neck while saying something to her.
"Ok everyone!," Bogo started, Silence fell. Nick crossed his arms, What now? He thought.
"The scavenging crew reported some suspicious activity going down in City Hall few hours ago, They checked it out. But we lost contact with them by then, Probably zombies or."
Nick listened carefully, Hoping he'll say 'Anyone up for the task?' So he could leave the shithole, Tired of sitting around doing nothing.
"I'm asking, All of you. If anyone would risk, Checking on them. Your service will be honored." He said, Hoping no one would stand up and complain. No one did, Instead stay quiet. What Bogo ment was; Go outside, And get torn apart by zombies.
"I'll do it." Nick said, Standing up the few wolves, Polar bear. A lion and cougar turned to the fox, Looking sternly at Bogo. Judy didn't bother turning to Nick, For Jack would dislike that. His head barley turned over his shoulder at Nick, Probably smiling. That Nick just signed his own death warrant.
Nick nudged at Finnick, Whispering; "You're coming wih me." Bogo stepped off the platform and walked down the room, Telling Nick to come along. Finn followed, Eyes watched. Mouths ajar at how fast he accepted Bogo's request. Judy tried to get off her chair to follow them, But Jack grabbed her arm. Slowly shaking his head in rejection.
Outside Bogo sighed, One that ment. 'Really, You're gonna die out there son.' Nick didn't care, He'd lost Judy to Jack due to his cowardness. Of being afraid to admit what he really deep down felt for her, To tell her how good a friend she was. To thank her for being there for him when no one else wasn't, Then. Possibly ask her out for a date or something like that, If he had the guts.
Then she met Jack, Some random ignorant rabbit who hated Nick on first sight.
From there, Judy fell in love and. Vice versa, So what he had and created and debated to say in his mind for so long was gone now. Replaced by an empty like depression, On the outside of him. He'd smile and joke and laugh, On the inside. There were no words terrible enough to express the mind-crazing sadness he felt.
And this outbreak makes it worse. So looking death straight in the eye didn't faze Nick, It was common now. If does fall due to the harsh environment and hostilities around him, It could be peaceful-er when dead.
"Look Nicolas. Larger animal's are more fit and recommended for this Wilde, You won't last long out there." He explained, Finnick tried to pipe in on the conversation. But was ignored like always, And muttered a 'well fuck you guys then'.
"But did you see any of them volunteer for this pointless suicide mission?" Nick said cockily, Bogo looked as though he wanted to bitch slap Nick.
"It's your funeral then, Go to the armory, Get what you need. And find out what happened to the scavenger team. Got it?!" He said, Nick nodded, Turned on his heel and walke down the hall. The door opened from Rollcall, And Judy ran out. Stopping Nick.
"Wait! Let me come with you." She said, Jack catching up. Face a mask of miserable infuriation at Judy for asking Nick such question. His paws clenching and brow furrowed, How could she fall for this asshole?
"That, Isn't a good idea. Carrots." Jack Savage tensed up at his remark, Making him step in between them.
"Hey?! Call her that again, I'll-"
"Shut the fu-" He couldn't finish.
"STOP." Judy said, Pulling Jack back. Nick held himself back from baring his teeth, For that'll only draw more attention then there already is.
"Let's go Nick." Finnick edged, Pulling his arm. He walked along with Finnick, He would've fucked him up if Judy wasn't there, Nick and Finn arrived at the 'Amory' more like few shelves and cabinets of equipment or weapons. Nick walked up to the ammunition drawers, Puling out the 'pistol ammo' one and taking few boxes. Stuffing them in his backpack, Finnick took some nails and razor wire for his bat he picked up along the way. Nailing them into his bat with a hammer as Nick examined weapons, Chipped. Dented or broken rifles poorly placed on the crooked racks. Most will probably jam so Nick figured he didn't need any.
All he needed was his pistol, It's what kept his heart pumping, Pulsing and beating so far. He took a jagged combat knife just incase, Knowing tricky head shots is the only way to stop the relentless dead and their quest for 'brains' or any other edible compartments in bodies.
"Let get this done." Nick said, exiting the room, Only to see Judy waiting for him. He groaned, Giving up isn't in Judy's vocabulary.
"I'm coming with you, Don't worry Nick. WE could protect ourselves." She said, Jack stood beside her. Back facing him, A machete holstered on his clean tuxedo. must be a bitch getting the blood stains out. What hung on in his head was how she managed to convince him to go along with them without triggering his jealously aggression around Nick? Who knows. The four walked down a flight of stairs, Strolling into the heavily guarded lobby. The once polished reflective marble floor was now dirty and layered over with dust and other shit.
A Rhino stopped Nick and his 'team', breathing calmly behind his juggernaut mask, A visor of bullet proof glass and multiple pads and armor. Holding a large M1919 Browning
(WaW anyone :P).
"Hold up, Good luck out there. Don't get killed." His voice muffled and kinda inaudible from his armor, He opened the door, They had destroyed the entrance steps to prevent zombies entering the department, So they had to drop down two meters.
Flooding light into the dark lobby, The bright mid day sun burning on his fur while dropping down on the asphalt sidewalk outside along with everyone too, Choking from the fetid stench of rot that hung heavy in the air, seemingly everywhere!
"Oh God that, Stinks!" Finnick puckered, Pulling his dirty shirt ove his snout. Jack didn't flinch at all, Tough. Judy's face twisted in disgust from it, Covering her nose.
"Get used to it guy's." Nick called, Looking up at the tall abandoned building's, Curved and fancy looking.
"Look, Over there!" Finnick pointed out, In the distance. Up the empty vehicle filled street, Stood a looming dark figured, Cloaked by the towering building's shadow. It's head taking fearsome, Jerking movement's. "Get down!" Nick whispered to the three, Who immediately ducked down behind the charred skeleton of a girrafe car tippes on it's side.
Nick slowly perked his head above the railing, Only to meet the beaming eyes of a zombified tiger. Fifty meters away, It's mouth finished it's scream of burning hatred. Of alerting, Fierce hunger. Then groans responded, Thousands. The jagged, gravely dream like monotone mass volume hurting his ears, Judy dropped her amplified tasor to cover her hypersensitive ears.
"Oh Fuck!" Was all he managed, Not even ONE minute outside and already they were about to be killed. Jack lowly chuckled, Shaking his head with a dumbass grin on his face.
"What do we do?!" Judy cried, Run. Was his response, But zombies began to flood from the spaces in between building's and from the dark insides. Flickering yellow eyes beaming when looking straight at you, How was that possible? Nick thought, Drawing his pistol.
"We run." He said.
A/N.
Don't worry, You'll get zombie killing action, Bit romance. And hopefully this won't be a total failure shit book.
Hopefully.
R/R please?