Dead Man Walking: A Zootopia FanFiction Series

by DaddyDrooks01

When a sniper attempts to assassinate Judy Hopps at a press conference in the aftermath of the Nighthowler case, one person steps in to save her. Unbeknownst to either of them, this is the start of a relationship most would see as unnatural, and that this goes a lot deeper than a failed hit.

1. chapter 1

Dead Man Walking- A Zootopia Fanfiction series

Part 1: Just Another Job

Zootopia Town Square, Downtown

"The Nighthowler attacks masterminded by Assistant Mayor Bellwether were a tragic reminder of the affect that corruption can have on the everyday lives of the citizens of Zootopia." As much as her speech sounded interesting, the hired hitman and protector was a bit preoccupied at the minute.

"God. Just look at that arse. And that cutesy little cottontail poking through the back of her pants. Fuck. I want to bed this bunny so bad." These were just a few of many thoughts racing through the human's mind as he looked at the assembled crowd before him. As his gaze began to wonder with his mind about how a car bomb had sent him and 6 friends to Purgatory, from where they had been given a second chance at life in this world inhabited up until a few months ago, only by animals. As his eyes wondered over the buildings in the distance, his eyes caught an abnormal glare from an abandoned factory.

Narrowing his eyes, he barely caught a glimpse of the gunmetal grey barrel of the rifle before his eyes widened and he dove into the rabbit, knocking her off her feet as the sniper fired, a high-powered round cutting through the air where her head had been a second before. Pulling her behind the solid steel podium, the hitman drew his .357 Sig Sauer Magnum from inside his jacket as he did a turkey peek over the top of the podium, quickly pulling his head back as a bullet struck the top of the podium and ricocheted with a whine. Glancing to his left and right, he saw his friends and fellow guards ducking behind solid concrete plaques bearing the name and opening date of the square. Seeing that they had their standard Ranger-issue M4's in hand, he couldn't help but to scream, "Light that motherfucker up!" As the guards opened up with blazing cover fire, the hitman told the bunny, "Stay Down!" as he sprinted to his left and took cover behind the plaque there. Leaning in, his grabbed his scoped McMillan TAC-338 sniper rifle from his next in command, Riley, and yelled "Pop Smokes!" pulling the pin on one himself as he tossed it towards the back of the crowd, it detonating instantly to form a haze of green smoke as several followed, covering the whole area in a haze. "Everybody fall back to the SWAT vans he yelled, making sure all innocents were clear before ordering his boys to "Tear that sonofabitch to confetti!" Springing into a conbat crouch, he removed the fore and aft scope caps and put his eye to the scope.

Seeing his target, he made sure a .308 round was in the chamber before pulling the trigger and thoroughly obliterating the rotor cuff and ball of the enemy sniper's left shoulder. The mule kick of the shot carried it across the room, slamming it into the adjacent wall and temporarily out of range of the dreaded M4 carbines. Taking the initiative, the bodyguard valuted the waist-high cover, trading his TAC-338 for his AN-94. Sprinting across no-man's-land he took cover in the shallow doorway of the building that he knew the sniper to be in. Putting two rounds into the lock, he mashed his boot into where the lock met the frame, smashing the door open to see the enemy sniper bolting for a side door. Opting to follow him as opposed to killing him outright, the hitman sprinted through the door the sniper had burst through moments before, only to be tackled by said sniper, knocking the AN-94 from his hands as his back hit the rail, flipping them both over it, knocking the sniper's silenced Glock 22 from his hand. Striking the hitman in the throat, the sniper straddled him, drawing a Bowie knife and plunging down towards his chest. Stopping him the only way he knew how, the hitman put his arms in a cross shape, catching the sniper's arm in the process. Grabbing the butt of the knife, the hitman appiled torque to the knife and arm and broke the sniper's wrist with a crack, over-stretching his own tendons in the process.

Using a hip-lock maneuver, the hitman escaped the hold the sniper's legs had on him, bashing his skull against the pole as he did so. Scrambling up, the hitman unleashed his secret weapon, an Assassin's Creed style Hidden Blade. Making his right hand into a fist, the blade appeared to protrude from his wrist, past his severed ring finger. Picking up the Bowie Knife in his left hand, the sniper rushed him. But this act was to prove useless as the hitman ducked under the blade, spinning to slash his arm and clip his left leg out from under him. Stumblng, the sniper spun and threw the knife, before diving for the fallen pistol and shooting the hitman once in the stomach before scrambling up and off at the sound of footsteps. Clutching his abdomen, the hitman fell to his knees as he peered up at his rescuer's face, managing to get out "No Hospital." Before folding, unconscious, onto his face.