Chapter 1 - The Old Fox
The drunk fox awoke to the sound of distant murmuring, grunting as he lifted himself up.
"What the hell?" He said tiredly.
The distant murmuring turned into the voices of a group of mammals, laughing and shouting obscenities as they played with what sounded like a car crank.
Nick pushed himself onto his feet and stepped out of the limo. In front of him was exactly what he guessed was there: A group of mammals laughing and shouting obscenities, except there wasn't any car crank in sight, only a guy twisting a lug wrench.
"Uh, guys?"
They all turn to look at the staggering, old fox. His fur was graying, and his face was riddled with old age.
"Those are chrome plated lugs, you're gonna strip them. The plating flakes off."
They all gathered and approached him.
"This is a lease, no ones gonna pay to ride-"
Next thing he knew, he was on the ground, on the verge of unconsciousness. One of the mammals had shot him square in the chest with a shotgun.
This wasn't the first time something like this happened. After the missiles rained down on Zootopia, it caused a chemical reaction to manifest in his body. And now suddenly he can survive such things as shotgun blasts.
The mammals laughed at how the old fox flopped onto the ground, yelling to each other in Spanish. They returned to their work as if nothing happened. Such was the case with mammals like this.
Only a few seconds passed when the fox started to get up.
The hole in his shirt from the blast was there, as was the blood, but no bullet wound was visible on his body.
"Uh, guys, guys." The fox said.
They all backed away a little at the sight of him. How? How could anyone have survived that?
"Guys seriously, you don't wanna do this."
The fox raised his paws, and slowly, sharp claws protruded from his fingers.
They were longer than a normal fox's claws, and even had a faint shine to them, as if they were metal.
"Take him out." One of them said.
And that was enough for Nick to understand what was about to happen.
In an instant, he felt a metal rod make contact with his temple, another with his forehead, some sort of glass material crash into his back, and a boot to the face.
"Fuck him up!" Someone shouted.
His anger grew, and now he was swinging at all of them. He managed to throw one of the mammals, and pierce his claws through the arm of another.
They were gaining on him now, each one having some sort of weapon in their paws.
Gunshots fired, and deep inside the depths of his once sly, optimistic head, he saw himself standing next to a rabbit in police uniform, yelling into a walkie talkie.
Ting! Ting! Ting!
They were shooting his car, a limo, of which once belonged to a little someone they called Mr. Big.
"No, not the car!"
Pwap! Pwap! Pwap!
The bullets were hitting him now, causing him to fall onto his face.
Judy! Juuudy!
The rabbit turned to look at him, her gaze cold and still.
JUDY, NO!
She fell to the ground, and he watched as death took her.
NOO!
The rabbit was gone. Everything they had together was now buried beneath the rubble of the once beautiful city of Zootopia.
He heard the cock of the shotgun and felt it's cold muzzle pressing against his neck.
Pure rage was the only thing inside him now, and nobody could stop it.
He let out a loud grunt of anger and pushed himself off, his claws coming out, and cutting off the arm of the one with the shotgun.
His severed limb hit the ground hard, and the shotgun blast that followed caused it to eject from the group of mammals that hovered over the old fox.
Now the rage could not be explained, as there was now a giant hole in the door of his limo.
"Motherfucker!" The old fox shouted as he got up.
His claws thrashed and swung at the group of mammals. Across the mouth and through the throat of one, through the head of another, through the chest of another, and across the face of yet another mammal.
There were only two who had escaped the wrath of the old fox, running to their vans with horrified faces.
'Cowards', the fox thought.
He picked up the lug wench and threw it at their window, smashing the glass.
They were out of there in no time. The old fox stared at the van until it disappeared down the road, then got into his limo, turned the ignition, and drove away.
The last thing on his mind before he departed from that scene, was three simple words which made up an old saying, as old as the fox itself: Respect your elders.
