(Hey guys so now I'm trying my hand at a new story after watching, the Disney movie Zootopia I had an idea of a Max Payne story so this is chapter I so enjoy.)
We open to a snowy night in Hoboken New Jersey to a middle class apartment housing a husky with grey and white fur wearing an off white tank top, suit pants sitting on a couch sipping on scotch and watching TV
I was back in Hoboken for about four years after the Sao Paulo incident much I wish I could forget about that little vacation. It's been four years after the whole incident and I returned back to New Jersey when I noticed my account was overflowed with a couple Million bucks and I use that term in exaggeration as I couldn't believe at first I owned what I considered half the Branco family wealth. It wasn't until I received a letter from Giovanna and Passos saying it was a way of thanking me for saving their life. I had to admit I felt glad that they considered me a good friend and at least I didn't have to worry about money for a while. But still something didn't feel right I felt I was missing something. The thrill and rush of gunfights and believing I could be killed at any moment, though I think it was either me or the withdrawals from the painkillers and alcohol talking me into that. Though there isn't much I can do Beit that the N.Y.P.D. wouldn't accept me back or the New Jersey force either way after my stunts back in the day. So pretty much I felt I was just sitting and doing nothing until I noticed ads for the city of Zootopia. Which to my knowledge wasn't all that different from jersey or New York since the city wasn't fond of predators since they were the minority. But one officer who was the cities first I think her name was Judy had reality kick her in the face when I heard she was put on meter maid duty she reminded me of someone who would end up with a bullet in the head for being too snoopy she and a fox managed to solve a case involving a drug that turned predators savage reminded me of how my life spiraled down the shit show it was but after seeing how they were looking for new recruits I figured why not maybe I can show the rookies a thing or two about being a cop in New York. But then again looking at me I was nothing but a washed up grey haired husky who had the body of Michael De Santa from Gta V. I doubted I could do it but after asking Passos his opinion in a letter he encouraged it saying I can show the kids what an old bad ass can do in other words he said I should try it since I have nothing to do and he was right and a quote I saw from the ZPD ads that change starts with you me and all of us I figured maybe I had a shot so after a bit of packing I grabbed my holsters and a few guns I put them in my bags containing a few weeks' worth of clothes some jack and a few berretta's I headed on a subway then on a bullet train heading towards what could be my second chance or hell but I didn't know until I got into the city.
(here's the first chapter hopefully I can catch on Max's Narrations so Anyway guys enjoy)