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Chapter I

I died on the day Zootopia was set on fire. My heart stopped beating. I lost my consciousness. Anything or anyone I looked at wore a dark cloak over their faces. The fallen debris of shattered glass and concrete from buildings littered the ground around us. An ocean of blood devoured our bodies, mutilated by bullet wounds and gashes.

Pain.

The one and only sensation I felt.

The entire city is eaten by an infernal blaze. Embers replaced the fresh snow. The once-beautiful night sky engulfed by the pitch-black smoke of the raging fires. Credits go to the hounds of Hell. The rioters. The guerrillas. The anarchists. The emperors of coup d'états. A tidal wave of chaos and calamity that my partner and I so desperately fought against.

In the darkest hour of the night they came. Guns and weapons in hand. Bandanas, masks, and hoodies on. With flaming Molotovs thrown into small business stores and cop cars and massive financial districts overwhelmed by the enraged masses they initiate their revolutions. They march on.

Murderous mobs. Slaughtering all that stand in their path. They dealt their apostates and rivals with death and destruction.

Here on that night, they waged a war. A war that would determine the fate of the United States of America.

All different protesters had contradicting plans for the aftermath. Some wanted a new modern, technocratic government.

Some sought to create an industrial republic, controlled by a socialist government that would bring about a Golden Age. Few believed that the nation must be ruled by the hand of their God. While many went out of their way to abolish government, as well as recreate civilization entirely.

But nevertheless, all hold one common enemy responsible. The system. The "big man" in the capital. The corrupt government. The ultimate bringer of desolation. The root of all the problems in society. A problem that needed to be destroyed.

"They're the reason why everyone is suffering" they proclaim. The reason why they can't their welfare checks earlier or go to college for free. They refused them the right to molest and exploit little boys and girls for their own pleaser, or didn't censor a news network for saying something that promoted misogyny, oppression, deceit and wickedness, never minding the fact that no evidence was given as to why.

Feminists continue to fight without the support of the government for freedom against the patriarchal reign of men and permanently closing the wage gap even though the battle is long over. Ethnic and religious minorities discriminated for having a different faith or belief that teaches immoral and murderous behavior.

It didn't matter if THEY were the ones that were causing the stagnation of "progress" and "change." The justification to burn an entire city to the ground is established. It's not an act of barbarianism, they explain. No. It's a statement.

A statement to their oppressors that they will not tolerate evil. This country is a land of freedom and open-mindedness. Diversity is a strength that fuels that freedom. No borders should exist to keep out people who have dreams of being able to free from fear and hate. People should be allowed to become whatever they want to be.

Yet the system has apparently betrayed them. And so, they decided to raise hell. Take a stand. Fight for what's right. Make the sacrifice and give everything they've got if it meant defeating the evil bigots that hurt their feelings.

Democracy is for all. Love trumps hates.

But who's to say that they too are the ones that shoulder the burdens of society's illness?

That all their beliefs were taught by radicals and extremists who hold zero values in the American Dream? That the fairy tales and magical stories they see in the movies, TV shows, and books, that all the rap and pop music they listen to non-stop on the radio and their Smart Phones had subliminal messages teaching them to believe and think a certain way? THEIR way? With the goal of seeing the USA fall and rise in an image of their own desire?

They tell them how all the core values of being an American is wrong. How Capitalism always leads to corruption and Socialism brings fairness and equal opportunity. Being proud of your own nation is bigotry and supremacist.

Police are blood-thirsty murderers who reign with an iron fist, persistently suppressing the weak and frail. Men are misogynistic patriarchal sexists that have no regards for women or their wellbeing. Gender, along with their biological definition of their species, is only matter of opinion instead of it being a fact.

What could be worse than that?

The fact that the best way to counteract an argument from someone else is to call them sexist, supremacist, bigoted, and evil? The fact that celebrities, politicians, and civil rights leaders promote and encourage violence and hatred against those who oppose their views?

Or is it the fact that society has come to a point to where they'll publicly shame law-abiding citizens for their "natural perk" and "privilege", yet romanticize the sick and immoral because they're simply the "underdogs"?

I no longer understand the point of defending the law if the delegates who passes them turns around and tells the uneducated and ill-informed masses to act lawless, as if the laws passed were unjust. No one know what to fight for, or even why they will do so.

It's a twisted game of "Simon Says". They'll do whatever they've been told to do and fire blindly without a single bit of information on what they're TRULY resisting.

Identity politics…Making every issue a personal issue. The seeds of their deception. Drove everyone against each other. Hoping for a civil war to break out. And it seemed at least….it was working perfectly well.

But they didn't consider that two police officers would end up snooping around in their business and reveal their plans.

They didn't consider….me. Or my partner.

All I wanted is to make a real difference in the world. I believed in giving hope to the hopeless. I believed in following dreams and opportunity, even if it's difficult to achieve.

I believed in fighting for equality. I believed that it didn't matter who you were, where you came from, or what your faith is, expect that everyone is the same. I believed that we were capable of being progressive and become accepting of others.

I believed in being a hero and a role model for the many who wanted to follow their dreams. I believed that you could try everything. I believed that anyone can be anything.

I believed in the lies.

And now it became the death of me.

I never saw it coming. All this time it was nothing but perfect lies. The greatest cruel joke ever pulled off. Soon, everything I thought about the world collapsed into a million pieces. Compassion. Integrity. Honesty. Justice. Heroism. It all became obsolete. The explanations and counterarguments they gave me were just more lies in my ears.

I saw the evil in them. The sadistic, twisted nature that is their mind. I've been exposed to their true intentions. Their motives. Their…. interconnected agenda. They wanted to destroy us. Mutilate every core value we held dearly.

They wanted to turn right into wrong and wrong into right. They sought out, through their positions of power, to normalize immorality. To legalize it. Celebrate and idolize evil deeds and practices. They silenced anyone who got in their way.

They collaborated with radical think tanks, philosophers, and Hollywood directors to influence impressionable children and teens to spread their message as a tumor spreads through a healthy body.

They created a sphere of censorship and political correctness, bringing a discretion on free speech. They said that guns kill, so we need to get rid of them, but ignore the fact that the violent mentality of the individual is the sole reason for the tragedy.

Women say they're oppressed in the West, but idolize a religious cloth that comes from a culture of misogyny. They tell us we must open our arms and embrace illegal immigrants as citizens, despite half of them being criminals and drug lords. Despite breaking the laws that violates both our security and national identity.

These…. politicians. The celebrities. The Hollywood liberals. The Social Justice Warriors. The civil rights leaders. The protesters. The so-called "experts".

All of them…. virtue-signaling 24/7. Preaching about "diversity is a strength", how we need to "change for the better" to be a "changing country". All the lies they spew on the mainstream media…. They become so convincing that many went out to spill blood on the streets to achieve this moronic utopia.

After what I saw. I could never look at anyone the same again. I could never see the world the same again. Everyone I knew….

My family. My friends. My boss. My co-workers. Society in general. I couldn't bring myself to gaze their eyes….

Not after what they did. Not after putting me through months of unbearable hell. All of them decided to become part of this sick, dystopic agenda. And they all turned on me.

Nothing matter to me anymore. Everything's went to hell. Everyone was dead to me. I felt as if I had become nothing. A hollow shell of myself.

Empty….

Worthless….

Inefficient….

Invaluable….

Insane….

I felt….

Dead….

Funny how I'm dead now. Fate tends to be a dirty bastard from time to time. I guess that since I had nothing to lose, I might as well go down in style.

I wanted to make my own statement to the system. A nice little middle finger to all their faces in case I end up in a body bag. A good-bye and good riddance gift.

With my only friend at my side, we decided to reveal the man behind the curtain. Expose of them for the crimes they've committed. All the deceitful tricks pulled. Every lie worth a year in maximum prison. All the evidence that can be used during prosecution.

The main entrée of all criminal activities, revealed for the world to see for itself. Proving that the conspiracies and speculations they tried so hard to disprove and delegitimize was not 100% bullshit.

We wanted to show America the truth. About what's happening to our nation. Debunking the lies and myths the media and politicians created. Exposing who the true villains were. Who and what they should be resisting. I wanted to give people a voice that has been denied for so long.

I wanted to help take back our nation's role in the world. Its beliefs and cherished values. Its dignity. Its respect. Its identity. Its sovereignty. Its soul.

Truth….

The virtue that prove to be the ultimate weapon to fight deception. Seems like the pen IS mightier than the sword.

As I lay on the ground, inhaling the cold, smoky-bitter air one last time, I stare into the eyes of Death. But his eyes weren't filled with a dark coldness. Nor are they haunting. Not a single bit of malice, pity, or grimace projected towards me.

No.

It was warmth.

Love.

Comfort.

Solace.

Reassurance that everything is going to be okay now. The case is solved. Everything that's needed to be done is done. No more running. No more hiding. No more tears. No more suffering. No more lies. At last, freedom has come. It was there for the taking. Any moment now everything would fade into darkness. The curtains will fall for two and the story is done.

My life is over now. There's nothing left. In these three months of bloodshed and betrayal, I must say that I got nothing to regret. What's there to lament about? I got the one person in my life coming with me. And that's the one thing I'll only want.

We'll be all alone together. They'll find nothing but the sinful flesh our souls inhabited. God's judgement will the only thing left to take care of. I'm ready. Ready to move beyond this world.

Ready to leave everyone behind. I can sleep peacefully, knowing that I've done my job. I mean, there should be some significance when it comes to being a police officer. Fulfilling your duties to uphold the law even if you sacrifice yourself in the process.

Death comes closer to my weak body. Arms cradling it. Locking us in an embrace. His eyes meet my eyes. Blood and smudge graffitied our faces. He knows we don't have must time left. I allow a small tear to escape down on the right side of my cheek. Right paw wrapped around my neck. He gives me a smile. The same smile he gave me when I caught him illegally selling pawiscles.

"You know you love me…."

"Do I know that?"

Sweet lips placed onto my lips.

"Yes…. Yes, I do…."

Life-lines reaching the countdown.

7….

6….

5….

"I…. l-love…you"

4….

"I love you…. Too sweetheart…."

3….

2….

1….

Curtains….

It is done.

The story's over.

We're dead now. There's nothing more to do.

Well…. Expect for one thing.

I guess this is a good time to explain how it all led to this.

How the entire city of Zootopia became under siege by waves of protesters and guerrillas.

How I uncover the truth about "Heaven on earth" and learned about the dark side of paradise.

How everyone I loved turned on me and my friend.

And how, in a nutshell, saved the United States from total collapse.

I honestly don't know where to begin exactly.

I think there's one memory that I believe will help start things off. It's best to say that it all began the same way as to how this story ends.

The day I woke up to be greeted by death.

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In the Beginning...You Know the End...