First fanfic ever guys, so plz don't judge too harshly. Loved this movie, and decided to write about it. BTW, I will always have a reference, or references to a movie/book/game in every chapter, look for it! Updates will be sporadic because of time constraints. Now, onto the story!

They say the world wasn't always like this. Smoggy skies, ruined cities, dead animals. I never got to see it. None of my squad did. Lt. James Forester's Night Howlers We just learned to survive among the wreckage, the dead. The world was once a great place, where everyone lived in harmony. Where this bloody city, Zootopia, actually stood for something. Huh. Now it's just ash and dust.

"Last Chancers, This is Echo base. ETA to City center 5 minutes. Doors open, guns out."

The year is 2142. The world is dead. And we're just a team of scavengers, grabbing what we can, killing crazies, and pretending that we're military, just 'cause we found a base. Nobody thought we would live this long. Hell, I thought we would die from the radiation. Turns out, us "Fallout Babies" are immune to that stuff. "Fallout Babies" can do a heck of alot of stuff that is impossible. Run faster, hit harder, learn quicker. We're like fraggin space marines. That is, if anyone got of this god-forsaken rock. Nuclear war ruined the world. We keep getting smarter, keep finding easier ways to kill other animals. The heli we're riding in touches down in front of a shattered building.

"You know what we're looking for, boys and girls. Thunderlords, you're on heli protection. Get your guns set up and primed. Noble Team, you're huntin' for crazies. Night Howlers, Havoc squad, get your asses inside, and find more gear. All right Last Chancers, time to die!"

With that inspiring speech from Captain Joseph, a big, burly ox, we lock and load, and head into the building.

"ZPD. Wait, is this a police station?" exclaims Anna, a.k.a. White Lightning. She's our scout, a fast cheetah born with white fur. She's a cross breed. Not that any of us have a problem with that. Most of us are. I'm one of the few kinda pure bloods. Mom was a Siberian tiger, Dad was a Panther. So I've got bluish fur and gray stripes (maltese tiger). And in case you thought I was normal, my eyes glow blue in the dark, and have night vision. Yeah, the radiation does that. Everyone has a sort of mutation. The wolf twins, Reaper and Reaver? They are, well, insane, seeing that we picked them up from a crazies camp. And no, they don't have any other names. Reaper doesn't talk, and wears all black gear, usually with a hood. And he has a bone skull mask, that people rumor is made from his parents. Reaper's unnaturally calm, and can shoot things dead center, without even looking. We think he's mute, blind, but got insane, mutated hearing and smelling. Reaver is, well, a cannibal. Yeah, we are carnivores, but there was easily made substitutes. Reaver doesn't like them. He also wears only rags, and uses axes to tear his opponents to shreds. His mutation is that he can't feel pain, and heals fraggin' fast. Anna's got super speed. Malcolm, codename Cowboy, is a fast talking, bear gunslinger, that can see for miles, and finally, our assassin, sniper, and rat. Yeah, Claws is a rat, with tiny weapons that she's made for herself. And they hurt like hell, cause she puts venom on everything. Arrows, knives, bullets, even his own teeth. He can't be hurt by any poison. Anyway, I reply to Anna.

"Yeah, precinct one, I think. Best place for riot gear."

"Animals have already looted it if it's got gear, James" rumbles Malcolm

"Lower levels might have something." I reply

"Yeah, that's because of mechs, Rust Rider." My codename was due to the fact that I fixed up cars and motorcycles, and took 'em on joyrides. Usually ended up in big road wars against the crazies, with me and a few friends fighting off big war rigs and cars in our own, usually reaping the rewards of more scrap, cars, and gas.

"I doubt this place has guard mechs. Only rich businesses had those."

"Fine, but if we get killed, I'm murdering you in hell."

"Quiet, meatbags. Reaper hears things." snarls Reaver. Reaper quickly signs out a few words.

"Ashstorm in 30?" squeaks Claws. "We need to move!" We storm down into the weapons lockers, underneath the facility, and start striping gear, and sending it back to the heli. We finish stripping the lockers, and head to foods, and take from there. We find a good amount of water, and enough food, which is strange, seeing that this place should have been raided. Oh well, lucky us. We are finished loading the chopper when shots ring out.

"We got company!" shouts Anna

"How long till the ashstorm?" asks Joseph

"10, sir, and that's an estima-" A loud roaring interrupts me.

"Crazies on a raid, cap!" screams a Noble member. "They took out half the squad!"

"They headed this way?" asks Jorgan, the head of the Thunderlords.

"Yes, and fast!" says the Noble member. The wind has picked up, and is sending dust and ash flying.

"Ok men, we are pulling Havoc squad and Noble team out. We'll take the crazies in the ashstorm." says Joseph.

"Reaper says something's wrong with the storm, Cap! He wants everyone out!" says Anna.

"Don't care what our oracle says. Brace for combat!" yells Joseph.

He really should have cared.