N watched patiently while his guest savored the probably stale taste of canned carrots. He heard her hum to herself in satisfaction as she used a plastic spoon to scoop a few more pieces into her mouth. He had also managed to scavenge a few crackers with the packaging still intact, along with a jar of honey. She had wasted no time dipping the stale crackers into the golden-yellow jar and smiled a little with each bite. The look on her face made N a little proud of himself.

She turned to him and gestured to the jar in her paw. "Honey never goes bad, you know."

N observed her with an active fascination as she ate. She was not much for table manners at the moment, nor should she be. But the way she took such delight in something so worthless to him was both strange and enrapturing.

"Thank you, N," she said, wiping her chin with the back of her paw. "Nothing like the rations back home, but that hit the spot."

Her attention shifted towards the undead fox in the room as she finished off the last few bites. There was no fear in her eyes this time. Instead, she was curiously observing him like he did whenever he found an old relic from the time before the deadrising to add to his collection. He sat quietly, staring right back at her with a similar interest from the sofa she had slept on.

"So…" Judy started, placing the can and plastic fork on the office desk. "What's your story, N?"

"Ss…story?" he grunted with a cocked eyebrow.

"I've seen more than a few Walkers, N, and one or two Savages too. But you're the first one that has ever spoken. Can all of you speak?"

N thought back for a moment. He'd never stumbled across any other Walkers who could talk besides his smaller fox friend, but, then again, he'd never really asked any of them before. He could only shrug as a response. Judy folded her legs and sat upright on the desk pensively.

"Ok. Well, here's a better question: Why didn't you eat me?" she asked softly.

Shit. I haven't thought about an excuse for that yet. It's not like I can just tell her outright that seeing her made my chest ache and eating her would have felt worse than going hungry forever. I need something better than that. Come on, think of something! Just joke if you need to.

"Bunnies t—taste like…like carrots. I…h—hate carrots," he ventured. He shrugged again and looked away to keep her from spotting how nervous he was.

"There you go with the stereotypes again. You know, you are a very ironic shade of orange for someone who hates carrots," she jabbed back. "Did you collect all of this stuff?"

"Uh-huh."

"Why? And why shack up in a theme park?" Judy asked, gesturing to the fairgrounds out the window.

He leaned a little forward a little in effort to try and push the words from his mouth a little more clearly. "Mmmm…more alive here."

"Huh. Well, that's debatable." She shrugged and examined him. Perhaps she'd decided to believe him when he'd said he would not eat her. Considering he was the first sentient Walker she'd ever seen, it made sense that she'd want a closer look. She leapt off the desk and took a new seat on the arm of the sofa so she was within arms reach. He looked at her as nervously as a Walker might be able to, but he kept her gaze as best he could.

"Your eyes are slitted," she noticed.

"Mmm?"

"Your pupils. They're slitted vertically, like a feline or a snake."

"Is that…weird?" he asked, recoiling away from her slightly as she leaned in closer.

"Yeah. We've got a few foxes back home, and their eyes are round like mine. I'm thinking whatever turned you into a Walker did that too."

N shrugged again.

Finally, seemingly satisfied with her prodding, she eased back away from the fox, which calmed him down. "N, I really can't thank you enough for saving my life, twice now, but I really do need to get home. I've got an entire backpack full of very rare medicine, and it could save lives back at the Burrows. Can you help me get back safely? Please?"

Double shit. She can't leave yet, she just got here! Think of something quick. Something that'll keep her around for just a bit longer. You're a zombie. You know zombie things. Maybe a she'll buy that zombies don't hunt on Sundays?

"N?" she asked after he'd remained nervously silent for a minute. "I swear, if you say 'not safe' again, I'm gonna throw something at you."

"Ss—smell…" he bumbled.

"Hmm?"

"You smell…living. The others…will smell you… " he said with little confidence.

"Isn't that why you wiped blood on me like it was makeup earlier?" she asked, referring to how N had left a strain of blood down her cheek in order to avoid a swarm of Walkers more than once so far.

"We were lu—lucky. It's too d…dangerous to make it to…bridge," N explained.

"So, what then? Do I soak myself in mud?" she asked.

N shook his head and sat a little farther forward. She was buying it so far, at least. "Just wait," he said with more certainty. "Your smell will ff…will fade."

Judy crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him. "You mean I'll start to stink?"

He eagerly nodded his head and tapped his nose. "Stink… like a Walker."

"How long will that take?"

"Mmm—mm…" He gave another shrug. "A few days?"

Judy let out an annoyed 'harumph', looking at her surroundings again. It was clearly not ideal. She did not look the least bit thrilled about the idea of staying in Zootopia any longer than she had. N was afraid for a moment that she might try to make another dash when she got the opportunity, and they were lucky she had not been torn to shreds the last time. She crossed her arms over her chest and thumped her finger against her chin as she thought things over.

"Alright then." She sighed and got to her feet.

Score!

"I'm thinking a few days in a theme park can't be that bad. Might as well kick up a sweat to get that stink going," she said as she found a stack of vinyl records by the desk. She started thumbing through them, passing over a few of N's favorites. "You've got taste N, I'll give you that."

"Vinyl has better…sound. More alive…" he mumbled from his seat.

"Hipster," she scoffed and pulled out a record that had caught her attention. "Ah, this one is a winner. Moose Springsteen—now there's a zombie I'd like to chat with." She blew the dust of the record and gently placed it on the turntable. She was much more steady-pawed then N usually was when she placed the needle on the wax and waited for the music to start.

At first, there was the same soft sound of the needle dragging across vinyl. Soon the lively beat erupted from the cracked set of speakers on the table and immediately filled the room. Judy reached down to the dial and turned it up louder. The previously silent warehouse now reverberated with piano and drums playing a bright, upbeat tune with an easy tempo.

N noticed Judy's foot begin tapping along with the rhythm. Soon she was nodding her head as well, and, before long, she was gently swaying along with the music. "… I went out for a ride, and I never went back," she sang along softly.

N was entranced by by this strange, amazing creature in front of him. She was now full-on dancing and singing along with one of his favorite records as if she didn't have a care in the world. Judy had many things to worry about, of course, but right then it didn't seem to matter to her. She was so alive in that moment, dancing in his run-down office. She turned her head, and N noticed she was smiling.

Ow! Again with the chest thing?

N put a paw on his torso, not really sure what was going on with his insides. As strange as the feeling was, it was not entirely unpleasant. By the time he looked back up, Judy had danced her way over to him and beckoned him closer.

"Come on, N. Show me how zombies do it!" she invited eagerly.

N frowned and shook his head nervously.

"Aw, come on! If you're gonna be stuck with the living for the next few days, you might as well get used to it."

Judy took his left paw and leaned her weight backwards, dragging him off of the couch. He reluctantly got to his feet and joined her in the center of the room. She continued lightly hopping from one foot to the other in time with the music, letting her hips sway a little between each hop and waiting for him to join in.

"Come on, N. Dead doesn't mean boring," she teased him.

N scowled and looked down at his slouched posture and laughable physique.

This is ridiculous. Statues dance better than me. Not sure what she's expecting. Come on, N, see if you can do that sway thing. There we go. Left, and right, and left, bend your knees Gah, this is stupid! I look like a child that needs to pee!

"There you go!" Judy urged him on further. She giggled lightly and gave his hips a shove with hers, nearly knocking him over. "Can we play the music over the speakers in the park?"

N's eyes widened a little and he nodded, partially thankful to get an excuse to stop dancing. He flicked a few switches on the amplifiers by the desk, and the same music they were listening to started emanating from various speakers around the park. Judy eagerly looked out the window and started to see the theme park for what it used to be.

"Come on, N. Let's eat up some time with a few carnival games!"

Judy led him around the various booths and carnival challenges. N had spent much of the night fixing them up, and he couldn't help but smile a little when he saw her enjoying them. She first tried her paw at a simple game trying to knock bottles over. While her aim was good, the game was designed to keep at least one of the bottles on the table, even when hit directly.

After calling bullshit, they moved on to the next one, a strength contest with a giant mallet. Despite her size, she was surprisingly good at that one. She used her powerful legs to get some momentum going before pulling the mallet down hard and sending the stone all the way up to the bell, which chimed with a satisfying 'ping'. Any time she won, she'd carefully examine the wall for the least rotten prize and then happily carry it off with her to the next challenge. With the music continuing to play while they ventured from game to game, something caught Judy's attention.

"Oh! This is perfect!" She dashed behind the counter of one of the booths. After digging underneath a table for something, she re-emerged with a straw boater-hat and brightly colored cane in her paws.

"Come'ere N!" She hopped up to his eye-level and slapped the old hat on his head before thrusting the cane in his paws. She gave a satisfied smile at her handiwork. "Now we just need a red and white striped jacket for you, and you'd look like a regular carnival barker. Come on, zombie-boy, let's here your best entertainer impression."

What on earth is she talking about?

N blankly looked back at her with a skeptical scowl.

"Just stand behind the counter, and say things like—"she dropped into a chipper accent that sounded a century old—"'Step right up! Come test your luck!'. You know, things like that!"

N rolled his eyes again and shuffled behind the counter with the silly hat on his forehead.

Thank god no other walkers are in here to see this. Pretty sure the first time I died was via humiliation like this. But hey, the girl wants a show. Guess I'm lucky that the hat seems to fit perfectly.

"Heya c—Carrots, care to…test your aim?" he muttered and gestured to the targets to his side with the cane. Judy smiled and gave a slight skip when he started playing along.

"What do I get if I win?" she asked, picking the smallest air-powered rifle up with her paws.

"Any of t—these fine prizes…" he said and motioned to the plush toys of various mammals with smiling faces. "And if you l—lose, I'll…eat your brains."

"Oh, sure. Okay then," Judy giggled. "Pressure is on. Good thing I'm one of the best shots in the Burrows!"

She cocked back the rifle and let the first shot rip at one of the plastic targets scattered amongst a small replica of an old western town. Her shot connected dead center and knocked the target over. She fired a few more times, each time landing a hit and knocking the various targets over with a satisfying 'clink' and subsequent bell chime. By the time her gun was almost empty, there were only a pawful of targets left, and they were the easy ones.

"Well d—d…done," he groaned. "You live another night."

N turned back towards Judy to find that this time she was aiming the rifle right at his head. He yelped and managed to duck his head the moment before she pulled the trigger. The small beebee flew right through the front of his thatched hat and out the other side, narrowly missing a spot between his eyes. He looked at her nervously as she blew the steam from her rifle.

"You can bring my prizes to the next one," she said with a wink, and, with that, she turned on her heel and continued on to the next game.

Best shot in the Burrows alright. Mental note: This bunny does not exaggerate.

After a few more games, Judy seemed eager to do something a bit more exciting. She looked around at the warehouse, noting the tracks that ran along the edges, twisting and turning here before looping around there. Given her age, she was likely too young to ride any roller-coasters before the deadrising.

"Hey N, does that roller-coaster work?" she asked.

N could only shrug back at her, which gave her all the permission she needed.

Two minutes later, she was pushing buttons at the controls at the roller-coaster launch platform. There was barely enough power from the generator to get the wheels moving, but, eventually, she got the train of cars to start creeping up the first climb. They let the first train make a round with empty seats, to make sure the tracks would not fall apart.

"Nnnnot gonna work," N said skeptically.

"Aww, come on. We can give a try at least!" Judy watched excitedly as the train finally started rolling past the first hill and flew down the first drop. The thunderous roar of wheels on metal echoed through the theme park as they watched the rollercoaster spin past them and around the warehouse. It squeaked loudly a few times when the corners were sharp, but that was likely because the moving parts hadn't seen any lubrication in eight years. Despite the squeaking, the train did finally make its way back to the platform. N frowned.

"Good lu—luck, Carrots," he said and began walking towards the ride's exit.

"Oh! Don't you run away now, Mr. Deadfox. You're coming with me!" She gave his back a firm shove.

N's eyes widened as she continued to push him towards the first row of open seats. He protested with a few more grunts and moans, but she was surprisingly good at knocking him off kilter. He fell backwards into the open seat in the front car. Judy slammed the restraints down, holding him in place.

"Looks like the first row is just our size too," she noted as she hopped back to the controls. "All passengers aboard!"

"Ww—wait!" N cried out as she hit the dispatch button again, and the train began to set off. She quickly jumped into the seat next to him and slammed the restraints down around her as well.

What the hell is she thinking?! I can't feel pain, but that doesn't mean I want to get mangled up when this thing comes crashing down! This is stupid. This crazy bunny is gonna re-kill me! There must have been a whole team of mammals maintaining this thing back in the day, and it's been years since then! Ohhhhh crap, we're high up. How can we be this high up and still be inside? GAH! What's that thumping sound?!…. Oh, it's just her feet. Wow, she's excited. If I wasn't about to die again, I'm pretty sure I'd think that's adorable. Shit, we're at the top…. Please don't crash.

"Here we go!" Judy lifted her paws in the air as they began to descend. N felt what was left of his stomach turn as they began to dive. They plummeted for a few seconds before quickly veering back up. He could hear her shout with joy and laugh hysterically as they turned and dashed around every part of the warehouse. The ride shook him vigorously and the wind whipped through his fur. N was gripping the handlebars so tightly that his claws dug into the foam.

"Here comes the loop!" she cheered and tapped his shoulder, as if he didn't already know.

"Carrots!" he shouted as they zoomed upwards and over. The coaster slowed for a moment when they got to the top of the loop, and N was afraid for a moment that they'd be stuck upside-down. Thankfully, the coaster continued and carried them back through a few turns before mercifully stopping on the platform again. They came to a stop, and the restraints automatically rose from their waists.

"That was so much fun!" Judy grabbed a fistfull of N's hoodie in excitment. "Can we do that again?"

"Kill me first," N scowled.

"Oh, don't be such a wuss. You're already dead, how bad could it be?"

N used the handlebars to help himself out of the car and away from that crazy, suicidal rabbit. She sighed and followed him off from the platform. When she caught up to him, she slugged him on the shoulder and thanked him for the ride.

"Let's do something that you want to do," she suggested.

"Mm?" N cocked his eyebrow.

"Come on, I know you've got some imagination up there. What do you want to do in this theme park? We've got plenty of time."

How about something that doesn't involve almost dying?

N turned and led Judy to a dark shed with the words 'House of Mirrors' printed in decaying letters over the door. He led her inside and flicked a light switch on the wall. A few of the lights flickered on, but most of them were dead. The ones that were working illuminated a narrow path of mirrors pointing in every direction. Judy figured it was some kind of maze.

"Wow," she said. "I'll give you credit, this is fun."

"Don't…get lost," he grunted.

"Why? Is there something dangerous in here?" she said skeptically.

He gave her a satisfied smirk. "You mean b—besides the...fox zombie?"

"Oh yes, how could I forget…. Oh, look at this! This mirror makes me look tall."

N wandered next to one of the mirrors beside Judy and looked at his distorted reflection. It vaguely reminded him of a poster for some horror film he'd seen in the city once. He moved on and found himself a funky mirror that made him look rather fat with a round face. His feet were enormous as well. He stared for a moment before he heard the sound of muffled laughter from his side. Judy was covering her mouth and snorting in an effort to contain her chuckles.

"Something funny c—-c…Carrots?" he asked her.

"That mirror makes you look a lot like my friend Gideon." She laughed a little harder.

"He a Walker too?" he asked rhetorically.

"Course not. You, my friend, are the only Walker I have the pleasure of knowing. But he is a fox."

"S—same thing then," he said with a shrug and continued walking through the maze.

"Hey, that's not fair. He's a good guy, really. I mean, he was a jerk when we were kids, but after the world ended, we kinda had to make friends where we could find them." She continued to chat as she followed him through the maze. "The Burrows used to be pretty speciesist against predators, foxes specifically. But when the majority of mammals are flesh-eating undead monsters—no offense—we learned pretty quickly who our friends really were. He's a regular at my family's burrow these days, and no one gives him any grief for being a fox anymore."

"Sounds nice," N said flatly.

"I guess it's one bright side to the apocalypse."

N stopped. A light flickered on above him, and he caught sight of his normal reflection in a regular mirror. He could see his blood-soaked clothes and slitted pupils, marring him like soot cast upon fresh snow. He looked just as malignant and out of place as his reflection in the previous mirror, only this mirror reflected the truth. It was hateful, yet it took him a while to tear his gaze away from it.

N nodded and led her out of the house of mirrors. He had forgotten why he took her in there in the first place.


The carousel was blissfully peaceful by comparison to the rollercoaster. The seats were swings, with chains that were held on by plastic birds dangling from the ceiling. Most of the lights were working just fine, but the music the ride played was a little unsettling since the bells were either broken or out of tune. None of that bothered Judy. She swung herself gently back and forth as the carousel made its way around. N seemed perfectly content with standing near a handlebar to hold onto for balance and watching her quietly.

The world hadn't ended for Judy Hopps. Despite all the horrible, disturbed events that had turned the city, along with the rest of the world, into a hellscape, she could still find something to smile about. She undoubtedly wanted a lot from life, to help mammals that were still living or to fix some things that were broken in the world. But in that moment she was content to with nothing but a swing, lights, music, and a friend.

She could feel N's eyes on her, but they didn't carry the same imposing sting they had before. On the surface he looked terrifying, but Judy knew that he had a curious wit behind those eyes, so she felt comfortable letting him observe her freely. She only wished that she could know what was going on in his head. Something about him told her he was more than he appeared, and not just because he had a hard time speaking. He clearly had things to say, so what was he thinking?

"Gotta enjoy the little things," Judy said, after a moment of letting N watch her on the carousel. "There aren't many little things left, after all."

The ride came to a stop, as did the music. The lights were still flickering on and off here and there, and Judy's eyes drifted to the floor. She sat quietly, letting the swing coast to a stop and folding her paws on top of each other thoughtfully.

She spoke softly without removing her gaze from the ground. "Hey N?"

"Mmm?" he moaned back.

"There was another bunny with me, back in the hospital. His name is Jack. He...he died back there, didn't he?" she asked, looking up at him with a contemplative look on her face.

N looked away for a moment, but he did not struggle to speak like he normally did. Judy could tell that he was trying to approach the subject gently. After another moment, he simply nodded slowly with a sad expression on his face.

"I thought so," she said solemnly. "Will he come back as one of you guys?"

He held his somber expression and shook his head lightly.

She frowned slightly before nodding in understanding.

"I guess I'm sad he's dead. I mean, he was an s-class jerk, don't get me wrong. But I never wanted him to get hurt…. I guess, mammals die so often these days, it's hard to be sad for every last one of them…. I just hope Kris made it out okay."

"Y—you're not dead," N offered consolingly.

"Thanks to you." She gave him a soft smile. "Hey, I'm sorry for what I said earlier, when I called you a monster. It's not a very nice way to react when someone saves your life."

"I get it," he said slowly. "I've been c—called…worse."

"Yeah?" she asked gently.

N winced, seemingly upset with bringing up the subject. They were having such a pleasant time, but it seems they had finally landed on the seven-ton whale in the room: N eats brains.

Judy waved him off and rose from her swing. "I won't pretend like you haven't eaten anyone before, N. But I've killed plenty of Walkers, so I guess we're not too different."

"Hhmm," he said with a relieved smile. "I know. You're g—good with a knife." He gestured to his chest where there was a dark spot from when her own throwing knife had pierced his body and clothing.

"Yeah." She laughed lightly. "I'd say I'm sorry, but it didn't look like it hurt."

"Only my feelings," he jested.

That made her smile wider and slug him on the shoulder. He gave her a smug smirk back. His smile faded as he glanced up at the windows. Following his gaze, she noticed how dark they became.

"W—we should shut things d—down," he said. "Walkers might see lights at night."

"Yeah, good call. You got a book or something for me to do before bed?"

N eyes and ears perked up, and she could see the gears in his head turning.

"You l—like movies?" he suggested.

Her jaw practically dropped and her eyes widened in surprise. "You have movies?!"

"And a TV. I've been collecting—"

"Yes! Let's go!" Judy took him by the wrist immediately and dragged him towards the office.

After they had finished shutting down all the lights and power to everything except the office, they wheeled out an old tube TV set that had somehow survived the looting during the beginning. Then again, the entire theme park had somehow been safe from the deadrising, so it wasn't too surprising that the TV had made it too.

They flipped through whatever DVDs N had been able to scavenge over the years. Judy was unimpressed with the vast amounts of vampire romances that existed, but eventually she found an action-thriller that caught her eye. They watched it together from the same sofa she had spent the previous night, Judy sitting a respectable distance from N with a blanket around her legs.

By the end of the film, she was clutching her carrot pillow. N would roll his eyes whenever the main character said a zingy one-liner, but she could tell he didn't hate it. The movie was just nearing the end when he saw Judy raise her paw up to her mouth and yawn widely.

"Nn—need sleep?" N offered.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm just a little tired is all," she got out, before another yawn escaped her mouth.

"You sl—sleep," he said with more resolve. "See you in m—morning."

"Where are you sleeping?" she asked him lazily.

"Don't sleep," he answered flatly.

Judy was a little embarrassed for suggesting it. "Oh, I see. Sorry."

"Come." He ushered her up from the sofa. She furrowed her brow at first, but followed him to the door all the same. He limped over to the doorway to the office, standing right at the threshold and motioning for her to close it on him again.

"Lock," he said, pointing at the door knob.

"Oh," Judy said, catching onto him. "N, I'm not worried about you anymore, okay? I know you're not gonna come in and eat me in my sleep."

"S—safe…" N insisted.

"N—"

"Please…Judy."

Judy looked up at the fox, whose eyes were sincere and more than a little concerned. Thinking back on it, that was the same look he had given her when he had guided her out of the hospital safely. Right then, it was easy for her to forget about the bloodstains on his clothing or the slits in his eyes.

"Okay," she surrendered. "Hey listen, N. Thanks for today. I've needed a break for a long time."

"Sleep…well," he muttered softly and smiled at her.

She smiled back and swung the door slowly, gently pushing it closed and pressing the lock in with an audible click. She heard N jiggle the knob from the other side, just as he had the previous night, before hearing him slowly make his way down the stairs and out of earshot.

Once he was gone, she turned back towards the sofa and reached into her jacket pocket. There were two AAA batteries still in her pockets from when she had avoided that Walker lion in the drugstore earlier that day. In the other pocket, sat the tape recorder she had lifted from Zootopia General Hospital before the Walkers had found her and her team.

Judy placed the batteries in the recorder, hoping to the powers that be that batteries did not have some kind of expiration date. If they did, then she was lucky these batteries were still working because a little red light appeared on the recorder as soon as she slotted the final battery in place. She hit rewind, then she hit play.

At first, there was nothing but the sounds of distant conversations. She couldn't make them out, but after a certain point, a clear and calm female voice began speaking to her.

"March 5th, 2020. Research log for Day Two of the new epidemic sweeping Zootopia. Early attempts at diagnosing the afflicted mammals have proven to be useless endeavors. Clearly, whatever we're dealing with is beyond our means here. Symptoms are consistent regardless of species, which is baffling the science community thus far. All vital signs, including heart rate, blood pressure, and body temperature are spinning to zero, yet the subjects are still moving. They are very aggressive and non-responsive, attacking any mammal not also afflicted. They're…. The reports say they're eating brains…. God, it's like a horror movie," the voice whispered in disbelief.

Judy held the recorder closer to her chest as she curled up into the blankets on the couch. Her head finally found the carrot pillow as she thoughtfully ran her thumb over the recorder's speaker. After another cut, a new recording started, this time with a loud commotion going on in the background.

"March 6th…. This outbreak is tearing the city apart." The voice was less calm this time, and Judy heard shouting going on in the background. "The government has declared martial law, but the police are overrun and packs of monsters are attacking citizens in the streets. I can't even tell who is alive out there anymore."

Another scream as the commotion in the background grew.

"They're moving all hospital staff out of the city…. I think they're gonna give up on Zootopia and try to get us out to the surrounding neighborhoods. Those idiots in City Hall, if they had just been honest from the start and let me finish my—"

The voice was then interrupted by another female, this one more frantic. "Doctor! We need to leave, the hospital is almost overrun," the second voice urged the first.

"I'll be right there!" the first voice answered. "I haven't given up yet. There's got to be an explanation for this. The mayor has provided me with a grant to continue my research in the hopes of finding out what the epidemic is, but he really seems convinced it's armageddon just like everyone else. If you're hearing this, we're still trying."

"Honey!" the second voice called out again. This time, Judy heard the sounds of distant growls and snarling. The first voice, a Doctor Honey something, placed the recorder down and began walking away.

"Let's get to Cliffside, go!" she called out, before the sounds of snarling and distant screams were all Judy could hear. She turned it off, knowing full-well that the rest of the recording would be nothing but more chaos since the doctor had left the recorder on until the batteries had died.

The sounds haunted her. She had been a young adult during the deadrising, but she was in Bunny Burrows, so it had all felt like some TV show at the time. This snarling and screaming brought it all back to life so quickly, it made her cold inside. Whatever became of those doctors was not good, since they had never found a cure.

A part of her nearly wanted to bring N back into the office, just to help get her mind off of the recording. But another part of her was reminded of what kind of creature N was deep down. The two parts of her brain battled for dominance, right up until she heard the distant sound of a howling Savage, at which point the fearful side won.


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