"Nick, why are the knives in the sink?"
"I thought we should probably clean them. What with the... you know... blood and all."

Hopps closed her eyes. She could still see it, the first time she'd killed another mammal. It wasn't another mammal. Nick kept telling her. The things out there aren't mammals. They're monsters, and they'll kill without batting an eyelid. It didn't help, but the images were best ignored. Dwelling on such things wasn't a good idea, especially when there were more pressing things to think about. Plus, she'd 'killed' (re-killed?) many times since, and each time the images were blurrier. She couldn't recall their faces anymore, and it scared her how easy killing had become. Now it was just something that happened, part of a life she didn't want to live. Best not to dwell on things like this either. She thought. So she focused on one of the few things she did still enjoy; banter with Nick.

"Yet I see you've failed to wash them." She frowned.
"Well I... was kinda hoping you'd do it." Nick's head peeked up from behind the couch, ears nicked in places and fur a terrible mess, but eyes as bright as ever.
"And why is that? Because I'm the girl?"
"N-no! Just... because... you're the boss..? He tried, and Judy raised an eyebrow. Nick sighed, and got up. "Okay, okay... I'll do it."

The rabbit gave him a pat on the back and stepped aside, watching the fox turn on the tap and silently thanking Zootopia's independent water system.
They had been on a stakeout when the infection hit, and because they were pretty much living with the guy they were surveying, they had no phones, no way to communicate. The fact that they were trapped in a packed apartment filled with animals that wanted to tear them apart (even before the incident) meant that they had quickly become friends with their target. And when the ferret had tried to escape one late evening, saying that he just had to try to leave the city, they had thought maybe there was hope for them, too.

Then they heard his screams, echoing through the halls.

For two long weeks they had stayed there, before the food had completely run out, and so they had started raiding their long-deceased neighbors' apartments, looking for anything edible. By the time they had found an accessible phone, the signal had gone.

Now, just over a full month later, they had pretty much completely cleared the apartment and were doing quick supply runs to the surprisingly under-looted store across the street.
"What 'cha thinking about there Hoppers?"
"Do you really want to know?"
Nick considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "Unless it's about flowers or colourful rainbows? No.
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoi-"

She stopped, ears erect, and gestured frantically to Nick. The fox went to move towards her but cursed, grabbing his paw. Judy looked at him in confusion, and he pulled it out of the water to show her. "Cut it." He simply whispered, then shut up as something outside shuffled up to the door. Judy reached for the high - voltage taser she kept on her belt, where she used to keep the fox spray, and padded silently to the door. All was silent, and Nick began to think they were safe when he looked down and saw his paw really beginning to bleed quite profusely.

Then the something started sniffing.