AN: applecreature here, bringing you one of those teriyaki sauce stories. It's a crossover of Zootopia and Half Life 2. Feel free to hate love me. This story is from Nick Wilde's point of view.
My name is Nick Wilde. I was a level 3 research assistant at Black Mesa, the stage of a horrible incident. Creatures seemingly came out of another dimension. Many sides viciously fought against each other. The creatures and the Marines were both up against us defenseless scientists, one side mindlessly killing us, the other side silencing us. I defeated a huge threat from the other dimension, and was put into stasis.
From what I remember being told, there were still creatures flooding in from the alternate dimension via portal storms. Then after years of portal storms, there was the war. All of Earth's armies had been defeated by an interdimensional force known as the Combine. They only came to suck all the resources out of Earth. Resistances had been wiped out with headcrab attacks in large cities and towns, personally delivered by those monsters, the Combine.
The head of Black Mesa, Leodore Lionheart stepped up, and quote unquote "negotiated" peace between Earth and the Combine. In return, all of Earth's sentient inhabitants were enslaved, and he was made the representative and ruler of Earth. They took cities from across the planet, and designated them with numbers. Zootopia was no longer itself. It was City 17, home of the new tallest building in the world, the Citadel. Then they put up a suppression field, which rendered reproduction- well, impossible. I was awakened a few months after the Citadel had been erected, on a train to City 17. A wolf on the train had mentioned something to me about something in the water, and then wondered how he got there. Not a few minutes later, the train came to a stop, and we all stepped out.
After stepping out, I noticed everyone had been wearing the same suit of blue denim and a tag marked "CITY 17" and possibly their names. I tried asking a lemming about it, he simply scowled and vertically put a finger to his mouth. What a jerk, I thought. I glanced at an elephant, and asked her. She simply said that we're not supposed to talk here. I then looked away and thought for a second, until I suddenly heard an aluminum can hit the ground. I looked over to the source of the sound, and saw what appeared to be a "police animal", if you could call him that. He was a ram donning a black jumpsuit with body armor, a band around his arm with the number "17" printed across, and a mask resembling an old gas mask, with defined cheek bones. He growled at me in a distorted, low voice, demanding me to pick up the can. I did so, but threw it at him. He then barked into the radio, calling more units and raising a futuristic stun baton, and swinging it at me. It hit with quite a literal shock and disoriented me for a second, before I managed to run down the passage to his right.
I came up, facing more of those ugly police, their arms crossed and facing yours truly. I tried to pass them, but as I approached, they shoved me backwards. They growled at me, pointing to an opened gate with a rather short one of them, a fennec fox. His small stature reminded me of someone, but I didn't remember who. I stepped in, and the little guy shoved me into another door, pointed a small pistol to my back, and ordered me down a hall. He stopped at a door, unlocked it, and shoved me again. Talk about a strong arm! He ordered me to sit down in a chair, and I was ready for an interrogation. He mentioned my name in the same voice as the first cop, and took off his mask. I was shocked to see my old friend from Black Mesa, a security officer who went by the name Finnick. Wide grins spread across our faces as we performed the sacred act of a brohug. "Listen, I don't got much time, get out of here, Wilde!" Finnick whisper-shouted at me. Loud knocks came at the door as he put the mask back on, and ushered me to an opened door. He nodded at me as I escaped the scene, and closed the door.