For the past couple months, I've been contemplating on wanting to make a Zootopia fanfic. One idea was a human ending up in Zootopia, but as a mammal, who would then fall in love with Judy and somehow get her in the end. Then I figured, "People will hate that to hell."

So I figured, why not do a zombie apocalypse thing?

This story is set at the very beginning of a zombie apocalypse, when it's just a simple disease going around. Things will escalate with every chapter. For the moment, I have no idea where I plan to go with it after the initial end.

But at the same time, I decided to do my own little thing and make this an AU where Nick is jailed for felony tax evasion. You are a somebody who knows both of them. Hustler, friend, shit thing, you le bang, blah.

If you guys don't like it, I won't hold it against you. Just trying to keep myself indulged in writing stuff, so it might not be meant to be extremely interesting. :)

So, enjoy, I guess. :)

Chapter 1: 'Pilot'

At one point in our life, one moment, one minute, one second - we make a choice that changes what we do next, where we go in our lives.

Sometime, somewhere, there will be a comedian who will realize, "I'm not cut out for comedy," and will decide to be a doctor, or maybe even a police officer. Elsewhere, there will be a police officer that says, "I'm not cut out for the force," and will go on to be one of the funniest comedians in history.

But not every choice will be for the greater good. Sometimes, it will lead that mammal into a spiral, down and down they go, until they meet the end of their journey.

A college kid with a bright future ahead of him - he takes a single whiff of coke, and the next thing you know, he's helping make or deal it, just to get another whiff of that sweet powder. And he never plans to go back up, and so his only paths to take are either staying out of the way, or getting himself killed.

When it comes to kids, to mammals like that who take the dark road, it's always the latter.

Well, almost. Not all bad guys or bad girls end up biting the bullet. Sometimes, it's the pillow or a bar of soap. That's when they have the chance to go back and right every wrong they had ever made.

And then - you have me. Who I am isn't all that much of a matter - but the choices are.

I had a good future that was planned for me. My parents loved me and wanted me to make it big in the world, no matter how wrong or how right it would become in due time. I was a near straight A student in school. I went with the right crowd - or however right they were known. I had the dream of becoming a political campaigner.

"Make the world a better place" was the dream of that.

I wanted to make the world safer to live in for me and whatever family I would end up raising in the future.

But it wasn't until my sophomore year of college that my life completely...fell apart.

My mother had died from Cancer that year. I never even got to say goodbye before-...

...

My dad took it the hardest out of the both of us. He fell into a deep depression. Every time I saw him or tried talking to him - there it was, in his paws. That bottle of branded whiskey. It was always the same kind - said it "took the ease off."

I dropped out of college the month after she died just to support him, and by the time I did, my dad wasn't my dad - just a stranger to me.

One night, I hadn't even gone to sleep yet. He just walked out of the house, got into his car, and drove off.

I never saw him again after that. Nowadays, I kind of...laugh about it. As wolves, we can smell things for miles.

Couldn't smell him. He just didn't have the scent I could track, even when I tried.

So after that night, I had to truly get into shape. I was really all alone now.

For the first couple of months, I tried, really tried to support myself to keep the house, our-...my belongings, to keep everything from getting repo'd.

But I didn't have the experience that my dad did, nor that my mom did.

So come four months, and I lost everything. All I could keep were my school things, some toys - from when I was a kit - and some photos.

They were of happier days, but it was difficult to see into that.

The house burned down no more than a week after that. Arson.

It wasn't me, but - a part of me wanted to have done it myself, just to really close that chapter in my life. Someone had done it for me instead, and I was always angry about that.

I knew I couldn't be around there anymore, not in that town.

So the night after that happened, I left the town of Wolfshire. No vehicle, no bike. I just ran away from everything, everyone.

I didn't want to see that town ever again.

For only a few days, I was alone, wandering beside the highway, hoping it would take me someplace. What that someplace would hold, I didn't know - but I wanted to go.

And then-...

Then I found Zootopia.

I knew Zootopia. It wasn't on a personal level, but I knew it like everyone else. One of the largest cities in the world. Predator and prey, living together in harmony, in peace. We learned it in the history books, in museums. Hell - I even went to a museum just outside the city during a field trip. The museum itself was just about the history of the local area, nothing too special.

But the whole time we were there, I was just...looking at the city, standing proudly in the distance. Every building, every seeming corner, every distant car, bridge, highway, skyscraper-...

They all lit up like Christmas trees. I didn't care about anything in the museum - I cared about Zootopia.

Hmm...who knew that I would end up finding this place again, all these years later - all by myself?

Wolfshire was a little over a hundred miles away from Zootopia. On paws, it would take at least a few hours of walking to get there. But I didn't care about how long it took or how far I had to go, I wanted to go.

And so I did.

I left Wolfshire in the middle of the night.

And by the time the sun shone over the horizon that very morning, I stepped into the city limits of Zootopia.

I had never seen such a busy place. It was the first city, the only city, I had ever been too. The traffic was everywhere, the mammals were big and small and just in the middle. Mice, dogs, wolves, elephants...GIRAFFES!

The grandest city on the planet was a mixed bag of every animal that ever existed in history, all bunched up here and living together.

I had to admit - I was...I was fucking overwhelmed by it all.

And I loved it - I just loved it. It was thrilling, it was surreal, it was...

It was something.

And it was difficult.

The city had many hard workers making sure it was safe, secure, and everyone got their fair share of space.

That was where the problems came in.

Finding work here was-...

Well, let's just say that hard is a little more than an understatement. You couldn't even find employment at one of the cheapest fast food gigs around here. Crowded cities likely meant tight work spaces, meaning little to no job openings. Any newcomer here - and that definitely meant me - would be either gifted with a miracle or out of luck.

I never got the miracle, so I spent months on the streets, homeless. It got to the point where I had to sell nearly everything I still had with me just to eat over the days. It was an absolute nightmare. There were times where I, and definitely, thought I was going to starve to death, die in the streets and nobody would bat an eye. It made me question my idea to move here sometimes, even when I pushed on.

And for the last few days of the troubles I endured, I considered moving back to Wolfshire, to deal with the hard problems first on a shorter level instead of staying here and burying myself alive.

Then...

Then I met Nick.

For most of our lives, we grow with the idea that foxes are shifty, untrustworthy - someone you wouldn't dare look up to.

Sure, he was shifty in a way, but Wilde - and that little fennec friend of his, Finnick - was the most trustful mammal I could ever turn to. They both lifted me out of hell and into hope.

At first, I didn't trust them.

Now, and if the situation ever got to that point - I would leave my life in their paws just to set an example.

The two of them hustled their way into their current lives. They would tell sob stories and convince people that what they were doing or saying was true, contribute to helping them out, and making a profit in the end. They had done this nearly every single day for years, since Nick was just a young teenager. It's obvious Finnick was a young adult around that time, but-...

Regardless, they took me in and promised to help me out if I helped them out.

"Can you do that?" the fennec asked me that winter night.

For a moment, I pondered at the question. What I would say, what I would do, would lead me down some kind of path. What that path would be, good or bad, was up to me - right there, right then.

I left them standing there, waiting for me to speak or do.

And with a smile, I shook their paws back.

"Welcome to business, kid."

That day, I became a hustler. I made up stories, I convinced others - and I got paid.

I got better.

I smiled more.

I started to finally live.

...

Six years after that, the world ended.

I miss that now.

Pray

by

Thunder Ice

This is just the simple prologue. Cheesy, yes, but it's really meant to just introduce you to the story.

The first couple of chapters will be set around the time of the film, though there will be difference. For example, the Nighthowler Case doesn't happen, but Otterton will end up missing. What happens will be told later on.

After a few chapters, things will begin to get bad, which involves the placing of Martial Law, riots, power collapse, and the end of society, with the aftermath happening afterwards...duh.

Some may be asking in worry, "Will this OC end up with Judy?"

Probably. Maybe. There's also Honey, who will also be different from the film. I could do anything. For all I know, I could have the OC do Judy, something happens and they split, and then the OC and Honey become a thing, I don't fuggen know, fuget abut it.

So yeah, the next chapter will be soon. :D