A/N: I want to give fair warning that this story will be the farthest thing from my other story as it could be. It will be dealing with some very dark themes of PTSD and soldiers returning from war dealing with their demons. It won't be a long story as it will only deal with 2 months of my Maybe It Could Work timeline but it will still be very deep. Venture if you dare and please send the reviews.

"An open door, anywhere! Come on there's got to be one somewhere I can get in." Michael ran for all he was worth but door after door was closed and locked. Each of the mud buildings looking exactly the same, he was searching for a place to hide or just a way to separate him from the mammals chasing him down. He down another alleyway and leaned up against a wall for a second to catch his breath. He looked down to gauge how bad off he was, his rifle and armor shed a long time ago to allow him to run faster, his radio had also disappeared from all the running, at least he still had his pistol. If he needed to make a last stand at least he had something.

"He went this way, I know where he's going." Michael heard someone shout, and started running again as fast as his coyote legs would take him. Paws pounding into dirt, checking every door, until finally, one opened for him. Diving inside he slammed the door shut and looked around for something to block it with, seeing a small table he grabbed it and wedged it in place. Finally taking in his surrounds he saw the normal wall hangings and rugs on the floor, each of these homes were exactly the same. Each time he dreaded what he would find in them when they went patrolling. He thought he was safe until a sound behind him caused him to spin and take a fighting stance.

A small bunny was in a dark hallway further into the building, "Shit, I was hoping this place would be empty, but of course, someone is here." He placed a paw to his lips signaling her to be quiet but she didn't get it.

"What's going on?" The bunny spoke

"Even better a female, but wait why can I understand her" He looked at the small bunny as she walked into the light and the sight put his stomach in knots. She was covered in bruises and cuts from the beatings she must have had to endure. It made him sick, every time they entered these places he saw what was done to these poor mammals; females and kits treated like they were just property for the males' enjoyment. This one looked like she'd had it particularly bad, he bent down in front of her not sure if she would understand him or not, "I was running and needed a place to hide. But now I'm going to take care of you."

The bunny looked at him and started to walk backward "What do you mean take care of me?"

Again he could understand her and it surprised him, over nine months in this hell hole and not being able to understand anyone and now this particular rabbit he could. Maybe that's why she was so beaten, maybe she was captured or sold to them from somewhere else. Either way it didn't matter, he'd had to turn a blind eye too many times but now he was going to help.

"I'm going to save you and get you out of here." She gave a perplexed look at him as he was about to speak again when he heard paw steps getting close. He grabbed the bunny and shot down the hallway she had come from ducking into a back bedroom. He slammed the door closed and locked it.

"We need to stay quiet, maybe they will go away. In case they don't I want you to hide and I'll take care of them." He pulled out his pistol and racked the slide back slightly, checking that a round was chambered. Satisfied he was ready he let the slide go home and took up a spot looking over the bed, gun ready at the door.

"Michael, what's going on?" He turned around to see the bunny giving him a concerned look and walking towards him.

"How did she know my name, that's impossible!" He just stared at her wondering how she knew his name.

A pounding at the outside door brought his attention back to the door. His breathing had slowed down, he got his heart rate down as well, he aimed at the door ready to kill anyone who came through. A beep behind him shattered his concentration he spun around to see the bunny holding a phone in her paws. "PUT IT DOWN!"

She got a shocked look on her face, "I'm just trying to…"

"DOWN! Then kick it over to me. Don't make me say it again." He stood up and turned toward her pointing the gun in her direction, not right at her but enough to snap it at her if necessary.

The bunny knew better than to argue anymore and dropped the phone kicking at him. He looked down and the picture he saw made his blood begin to boil. Looking up to see the bunny in front of him then down at the phone. He moved with such speed it shocked the frightened bunny even more.

He had her by her small neck clutched in his paw pinning her to the wall, he could feel the rapid beating of her heart as he squeezed. "WHY DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE OF NICK!"

Judy clawed at Michael's paw trying to get him to release her, looking into his eyes she saw nothing but primal rage building in them. His paw was slowly crushing her throat making it harder to breath. The more she looked at him the more she realized the calm, sweet coyote that had been staying with them for the past two months was gone. Taken over by this crazed monster in front of her, crushing her against the wall of her room.

"Because… he's my… husband. Your best… friend."

"Don't talk like you knew him, he didn't have a wife! He was going to get married and then… then…" Michael shook his head trying to get rid of the image building in his mind.

"He's alive… Outside the door…"

"SHUT UP! I WATCHED HIM DIE!" He growled so loud it pained her ears when she abruptly felt herself fly through the air and slam into the bed. She tried to stand up but only managed to sit against the bed as the stars in her mind wouldn't allow her to do more. She heard to soft paw steps slowly move toward her, "Someone blew up an IED near him, I rushed to try and save him, putting bandage after bandage on his missing limbs but nothing helped. He died in my arms, I still haven't gotten all the blood out of my uniform. Now he'll never get to marry his girl back home, never get to raise a family and grow old." He stopped at Judy's phone and picked it up turning it on to see Nick smiling at whoever had taken the picture.

Looking at the picture then at Judy a sudden realization dawned on him, "It all makes sense now, why would some crazy bunny in this god forsaken place have a picture of him. Why would she know his name and mine." A loud crashing of the main door coming in snapped Judy's quivering ears to the sound. "You planned this. You were the one who killed Nick. You lured me here by leaving your door unlocked and acting like a scared little bunny to bring me back here to a room with no exit." Judy's whole body started to shake as her nose twitched crazily.

The bedroom door started to get pounded on, "Open up! Michael you're home! You're not over there anymore! Please let us in!"

"You see? They want me to open the door so they can kill me, just like you killed Nick." Judy looked up, the soft eyes of Michael replaced by crazed slits of fire hardened hatred. His whole body was rock solid slowly moving up and down with each calm breath, his tail extended straight behind him like it was pointing. He raised the pistol, pointing it at her. Knowing further talk was useless and he was too far away for her to react she closed her eyes and began to think about Nick.

She knew she was about to die. Even though help was only a single wall away the door separating them was solid and locked. He also had the upper hand with the gun already pointed at her. She thought about the time they had already spent and all the moments she was about to miss with him. Would he be able to cope without her? What will happen to Michael when he finally snaps out of his nightmare and realizes what he's done?

The door started to buckle from the weight being thrown against it, "Yes they'll make it through shortly. But they won't be able to complete their plan," he cocked the hammer of the pistol back, "because all they'll find is two already dead mammals."

Tears fell from Judy's eyes as a loud lion's roar could be heard outside and the door smashing to splinters. Then the sound of the gun going off.