Conspiracy - A Zootopia Fanfiction

by Michael-GoldenHeart23

*New chapters post daily, so the adventure continues without delay* This Zootopia fanfiction will thrust readers one year after the events of the film. When a high-speed chase goes awry, Officer Judy Hopps uncovers a plot that could change the city of Zootopia forever. Everything they have ever known has been a lie. Join Judy as she races to reveal the truth before time runs out!

11. Chapter 11 - All For One

Chapter: 11 All for One

"This way!" called Brock as he sped down a corridor. A series of bullets whizzed from the corner, barely missing Brock's head. "Contact!" he alerted before taking cover. Judy slid over to his side and held up her tranquilizer. Brock blindly fired at the agents and turned to face Judy. "You know how to use that thing?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I also know what a hit from one of these darts feels like."

More bullets blasted against the wall, prompting Brock to angrily return fire. "I can't get a good shot at them," he growled. "We'll have to make a dash down the adjacent hallway. I know it's a lot of distance between us and those bullets, but I think we're out of options."

Judy briefly leaned forward to observe the elongated distance. "A lot can happen in those seconds of crossing over. But I'll take my chances." She breathed deeply, "Call it."

Brock loaded his pistol with his last remaining clip. "I'll make this count. Ready...NOW!" Judy ran first while Brock provided covering fire. The husky leapt from behind the wall and ran behind her. Bullets struck from all sides, yet the duo had crossed over unscathed. They proceeded to escape up a flight of stairs. Once they reached the next level, Brock sealed the door and tied the handles with his belt. "That should buy us some time." The bear agent from earlier just rounded the corner. Judy was quick to draw her tranquilizer and fire a dart directly into the bear's neck. The colossal titan staggered with a groan and timbered over with a thud. "Nice shot, Hopps." complimented Brock. "Now to find a way out of here."

"Where are we?" wondered Judy. "Do you think we're even in Zootopia?"

Brock pointed, "A lot closer than you think." Judy followed his gesture towards a sign that read: Zootopia Correctional Facility. "The ZBI must've set up shop in the city prison. I can only assume Clawhauser's locked up somewhere in here as well."

"We have to find him," intoned Judy.

"No," snapped Brock. "There is no time. Agents are in pursuit and going after him will only slow us down. Furwell won't hurt that guy, but we're as good as dead. Now come on! We have to keep moving!" Judy sighed but found reason within Brock's words. She promised herself she'd come back for Clawhauser and continued to follow Brock. The husky aimed his pistol down a corner, "Clear." He checked another, "Clear."

"This way!" bellowed an agent.

"Back up!" warned Judy with a tug of Brock's tail. The two crept back into one of the detention blocks as a wave of agents scrambled to find them. Judy helped Brock ease the door shut and then took cover in the shadows. "Great," she whispered. "Now how are we going to get out of here?"

"Hopefully there's another door at the end of this block," said the husky.

Judy tried to recall the prison's layout. Such thoughts were interrupted by a shrewd female's voice. "Well well well. If it isn't Zootopia's golden bunny."

Judy turned with a sneer, "Dawn Bellwether."

"That crazy assistant mayor?" realized Brock.

"More like a glorified secretary," said the soft yet condescending voice. A short sheep stood behind bars while her hooves gritted away at them. Her green eyes glared through a pair of dusty glasses. She straightened out her orange jumpsuit and gave the poofy wool on her head a brush. "Long time no see, Judy. I see the city is treating you well. You and that fox are all over the news, you know. Terrorism huh? Never would've thought you'd stoop so low."

"We thought the same about you," glared Judy.

"I really do so hope we get to be bunkmates when you're arrested. That's if they don't kill you." Bellwether smirked maliciously. "I can't decide which would be a better outcome. Let's find out, shall we?"

Judy warned, "Dawn...don't you dare."

Bellwether wildly shot her bars and screamed, "HELP! IT'S THE TERRORISTS! THEY'RE HERE!" Judy quickly shot Bellwether with her tranquilizer. The sheep yelped from the pinch and dizzily stumbled. Her speech slurred atrociously, "I...we...ohhhhh." Bellwether faceplanted with an echoing smack.

"Bye bye, sheep." quipped Judy.

Brock glanced down at her, "That is one rotten ball of cotton." He couldn't resist petting her wool. "But soooo fluffy!"

Judy rolled her eyes at his remark. Suddenly, the door swung open as agents rushed in. They had heard Bellwether's initial shrieks and now stormed the detention block. Brock yanked Judy down the center corridor, all while returning fire with his pistol. Judy managed to tranquilize two emerging agents before escaping through another set of doors. It seemed as though fortune was finally favoring Judy. The hallways led her and Brock up a flight of stairs, through a winding corridor, and into a garage. As they entered the area, four agents fired from the balcony above. Judy leapt for a police car, "Keep me covered while I hotwire this!"

"Where'd you learn to do that?" wondered Brock while shooting.

"Nick's taught me a thing or two," grunted Judy as she pulled and sparked cables. The car's engine purred with ignition. "We're good! Come on!" Brock sprinted while blind-firing and lunged into the passenger's seat. Judy panicked, "It's a larger mammal car. I can't reach the pedals!"

"Switch!" urged Brock as the two hastily swapped seats. Bullets blasted through the windshield just as Brock floored the gas pedal. The police car roared with acceleration, skidded out of the garage, and then blasted across the moonlit city streets. "Did we just do that?" panted Brock.

"Yes we did," smiled Judy.

"Did we just break out?!"

"Yes we did!" cheered Judy.

"WOOOOOO!" howled Brock with smile. He gave Judy a joyous nudge, "We really showed those ZBI losers!" Judy checked her watch and sighed in relief. She reached for the radio and began tuning it. "Wait...what are you doing? Why are you calling the ZPD? We just escaped one group. Why have another on our tails?"

Judy ignored his comments and called Chief Bogo himself. "Hello, chief..." she began. "I don't know if you can hear me...or if you're even there. What I do know is that we've been through a lot together. We've butt heads in the past and made plenty of mistakes. Yet no matter what challenge we went through, we overcame. Our current situation is another one of those challenges. I believe I can start to make things right by reaching City Hall, but ZBI patrols are stationed throughout the city. I can't do this alone and I know I'm taking a heavy risk calling, but I trust you. I've trusted you with my career and life before so this will be no different. I hope you do not believe the lies Lydia Furwell has created about Nick and I. If the past year has shown you anything, it's that I love this city with all of my heart and I'd never seek to terrorize it. You need to make a choice, chief. You can live in Furwell's oppressive shadow, or you can take a stand with me and risk it all. I know I'm asking a lot, But you once told me that it's not about how bad you want something, but about what you are capable of that matters. Well, I believe you are more than capable of making the right decision. If you want to help, we are meeting at Acacia Street in...forty-eight minutes. Goodbye, sir."

Judy's transmission ended, leaving Bogo sitting stoically. The somber buffalo drummed his hooves on the table. His eyes scoured the floor while his mind weighed the pros and cons of his pending decision. Helping Judy meant defying the laws he lived by. Or did it? Bogo began to question Lydia's intentions while frustrating himself with her belittling of him. He wanted to trust Judy, but he was a man of authority and had to follow such protocol. Bogo's impatient temper caught up with him and he began to grit his teeth. He angrily swept an arm across his desk, knocking over most of his supplies in a furious rampage. His phone was among the vital items that came crashing to the floor. The headphones attached to it landed first, initiating the autoplay feature. One of the chief's favorite pop songs began to emanate from the device.

"I won't give up. No, I won't give in. Until I reach the end and then I'll start again,"

Bogo glared down at his phone while listening, clenched his fist, and reached for his jacket.

"I hope you know what you're doing," worried Brock as he drove. "I don't even know what the heck is going on."

"You just have to have faith," assured Judy.

"Yeah...That and a quarter will get me twenty-five cents."

"Keep driving to Acacia Street," directed the bunny. "We need to meet up with the others." Brock followed Judy's direction's through the quiet, blackened streets of Zootopia. Every so often, citizens would peak from behind the curtains of their windows. They'd peer down with equal curiosity and fear for all that was unfolding in their city. It pained Judy to see the mammals she swore to protect now quarantined by their own fears. The ZBI's aggressive authority only made their situation worse. They reached the destination with nearly a minute to spare and immediately caught a glimpse of the vehicle parked before them. The police cruiser's headlights flashed onto Finnick's orange, rusted, now-bulletholed van.

The back door opened and out slipped Nick. "I don't believe it," he gasped. Brock parked the car as Judy leapt out and bolted for Nick. Without even saying a word, she leapt into his embrace. He most certainly welcomed it and began to brush his paw across her head. "I knew you'd make it out."

Judy laughed, "You just said you didn't believe it."

"Eh, fifty-fifty." he shrugged, prompting Judy to punch him in the arm.

"I wouldn't have made it out if it wasn't for Brock."

The husky gave a brief wave while Nick took notice of the reddened scratch just under Judy's chin. "Oh, Carrots." he cringed.

"I'm alright," she assured. "Is everyone in position?"

"Ohoho yeah!" bellowed Finnick. The skid of multiple cars could be heard down the street. "Ohoho no!" he corrected.

"It's the ZBI!" warned Judy. "We have to move now!" Brock began to make his way to the police cruiser when Judy stopped him. Instead, the bunny jumped onto the seat and urgently restarted the car. Once she had done so, Judy frantically searched for something.

"Anytime you wanna go now!" rushed Nick.

Judy snapped with inspiration, "I need something to prop the pedal with!"

Nick delved into the back of the van and produced an oversized popsicle stick. "One Jumbo Pop coming right up!" He helped Judy lodge the stick against the acceleration and then pulled her out of the vehicle. Judy was able to flip on the siren just before he did so. Judy, Nick, and Brock exasperatedly made for the van and shut the doors behind them. The wave of ZBI cars eyed the speeding cruiser and chased it down towards the highway.

"Clever," admired Brock.

"But not enough to last forever," dreaded Judy. "Signal the contact and lets make for City Hall."

"Hang on, folks. We going racing." Finnick honked the wheel twice and then accelerated through Acacia Street. He put on his sunglasses to add power to his hustle, and took them off seconds later after realizing it was night. Nick buckled up in the front seat while Judy and Brock held on in the back.

Judy observed the husky's gun. "How many shots do you have left?"

"Eleven," checked Brock before holstering the pistol. "You?"

Judy checked her tranquilizer. "Two darts. Let's make our shots count."

"Agreed," nodded Brock. His eyes widened at the sight of headlights approaching from the other corner. He tensely gripped his pistol, "We've got company!"

"Stand down, Brock." intoned Nick. "It's our contact with Jason safely aboard. We split up so we could act as a diversion if necessary."

Brock raised a brow, "Who's your contact?" His question only caused Nick and Judy to smirk.

A cherry red sports car with white racing stripes and tinted windows came blazing onto Acacia street. Its engines roared like a mighty metallic beast as the vehicle sped alongside the van. Jason sat in its passenger seat, holding on so tight that his hands were as red as the car. "Shouldn't you slow down a bit, Mr. Flash?"

The driver was a lackadaisical sloth with a gentle smile on his face. "No...I...like...to go...fast." Even if Jason wanted him to slow down, it would take the sloth half an hour just to lift his foot off the gas pedal. They had been speeding since the start of their drive and the thought of how long it would take Flash to brake at City Hall terrified Jason. All the human could do was death grip the seat and occasionally shut his eyes with fear.

Nick shook his head with a smile. "Flash Flash Hundred-Yard Dash. That guy is something else."

Finnick glowered and squinted his eyes, "He ain't doing the signal. Think he's ready?"

Nick guffawed, "Forget the signal. He gets it. Besides, it would take Flash a millennia to honk twice."

"Point taken," said Finnick before accelerating to catch up with the sports car. "Alright, folks. We twenty minutes out."

Brock sat back with a huff, "A lot can happen in twenty minutes. Think we can make it to City Hall without any trouble?"

"Highly unlikely," admitted Judy. "But like Nick said, we can always split up and get the ZBI to chase us instead of Flash."

"What happens once we get the human to City Hall?" inquired Brock.

Judy sat adjacent from him and elaborated, "When we arrive at City Hall we'll-" Judy froze mid-sentence. Nick looked to her with worry while Brock remained patient. Regardless, both mammals were concerned with Judy's sudden halt. Her purple eyes widened and she slowly gasped, as if arriving at some pulse-pounding conclusion.

"Carrots?" Nick perturbed. "You alright?"

Brock's brows pulled together with concern as he began to sit up. "Yeah, Hopps. Are you-"

Judy drew her dart gun and aimed it at the husky. "Don't move!"

"Woah!" gasped Brock with his paws raised.

"Judy!" exclaimed Nick. "What are you-"

"I never mentioned humans," hissed Judy. "Who said anything about humans?" She looked to Nick as he shrugged. Finnick listened in but maintained his focus on the road.

Brock laughed nervously, "You did...didn't you? Okay, I know someone said humans. Just...put the tranq gun down."

"Not a chance," intoned the bunny. "You're with the ZBI, aren't you?"

"NO!" shouted Brock with a snarl. "How could you even say that after everything! I'd never work for those agents!"

"Then how did you escape capture without a scratch on you? I know you're a better shot. You were able to shoot a gun clean out of Lydia's paws so why were you blindfiring at our pursuers? Why didn't they chase us out of the prison or lock down the garage. They let us go...because of you."

"Are you hearing yourself?!" yelled Brock. "Come on, I want to help!"

"Yeah, help Furwell." jeered Judy. "That tigress would never let us go without a fight. You're her backup plan to get to Jason."

Brock grit his teeth and clenched his paws, "To think that I looked up to you. I just saved your tail back there and this is how you treat me?"

Finnick lost his focus and glanced over his shoulder. "Should I pull over?"

In the split second that Judy looked at Finnick, Brock reached for his pistol. He shot Finnick in the shoulder, causing the tiny fox to collapse against the wheel. The van swerved, forcing everyone to the left. Brock slammed into Judy as she took aim with her dart gun. She squeezed the trigger just as Brock backpawed her to the floor. Her trigger finger fulfilled the motion and a dart went zipping towards the passenger's seat. The projectile barely missed Nick's neck and tore into the headrest. "Finnick!" shouted Nick.

"I'm fine!" growled the wounded fox as he steadied the wheel. "Help yo girl!"

Nick turned with a snarl and tackled Brock. The two tumbled to the very back of the van and slammed into the rear doors. They swung open as a response and Brock attempted to throw Nick out to the street. Judy recovered from the husky's backpaw and leapt to engage. She used her agility to bounce off of the wall and kick Brock against his jaw. He staggered back and released Nick while the doors shut behind him. Brock shuffled for his gun, grabbing hold of it just as Nick and Judy attacked. The duo gripped his wrists, attempting to wrestle the pistol out of his grasp. The persistent husky wouldn't let go and wildly fired several shots throughout the van. One blasted through the windshield, startling Finnick and goading him to duck.

Brock finally dropped the gun and lunged towards Nick and Judy. The mighty husky was certainly strong enough to overpower both mammals and slam them against the wall. Nick attempted to throw a punch, but Brock caught it and kneed him in the face. Brock snarled with his rising surge of adrenaline. "You're traitors to your own kinds!" Judy lunged at him with a high kick, but Brock caught and spun her around. He pinned her to the floor and placed his body weight atop of her. Judy gasped for air as he applied even greater pressure. His ferocious nose snorted in her ear as he scorned, "How dare you help the humans after everything they did to our world. Everything they did to each other! They're savages!"

"Lydia is the only...savage now." grunted Judy.

"She's the only sane leader in this city!" yelled Brock before slamming Judy again. Nick shouted to distract the husky and then jumped onto his back. He withdrew his claws and scratched Brock against his neck. The undercover ZBI agent hissed with pain and rolled off of Judy. He recovered, felt his bloodied wound, and smirked. "Well well. I guess you do have a savage side to you, Nick."

Nick looked down at his claws, embraced his anger and bared his teeth. "If it means stopping you and protecting her, who cares how I do it?!"

Brock bared his own teeth and claws. "That's the spirit." Nick pounced on Brock and the two savagely tussled in the back of the van. Meanwhile, Judy's breathing was just starting to return to normal. As she wheezed and coughed for air, she took notice of Brock's pistol resting just in front of her. She mustered her strength and began to crawl for it. Nick uppercutted Brock in the jaw but the husky easily recovered. He punched Nick so hard that the fox lost his footing. Brock noticed that Judy was inching towards his firearm and quickly finished his fight. He pulled up Nick by the tail and threw him at the doors. Nick crashed into them and went tumbling out onto the street.

"One down," panted Brock as he shut the doors. Judy had just managed to get her paws on the gun. "Ah ah ah," tsked Brock. He kicked Judy in the face and picked up the pistol. He made his way to the front of the van while calling in on a hidden comm piece disguised as one of his shirt buttons. "This is Agent Barker. Suspects are enroute to City Hall. All agents converge." He took aim at the windshield and shut one of his eyes. "At least...the suspects WERE enroute." Brock fired his pistol thrice to shatter the windshield. He then aimed precisely at Flash's sports car. He smirked, already knowing how good of a shot he was. He pulled the trigger, sending a bullet zipping right into the sports car's front tire. It exploded with a tremendous bang and the vehicle lost control. Brock was unaware that the driver was a sloth and could not reach the brake in time. As a result, the sports car kept speeding until it struck a streetlight and rolled across the street. Finnick attempted to swerve but it was far too late. "Oh-" was all Brock could utter before Flash's car collided with Finnick's van. The crash sounded with a series of crunches, clamors, bangs and shatters. Glass sputtered against the street while twisted pieces of metal came plummeting down. The sports car smashed downwards while the van rolled off of it, completely flipping over in the process. The van wrecked against the ground with a thunderous boom and wave of sparks. The totaled cars skidded to stops, filling the frigid and nightly air with a disturbing silence.

Jason groaned from the passenger's seat. Despite bruises against his arms, legs, and face, the human was alright. He felt his bloodied forehead and the cut against it. Jason quickly turned and gave Flash a nudge. "Sloth? Sloth! Are you alright, my friend?"

The sloth turned as slow as molasses pouring from a jar. "I...am..."

"Suffering? Dying?" worried Jason.

"Well," finished Flash. "Thanks...to...my...seat...belt." Jason raised a brow, befuddled as to how the sloth could have survived such a wreck with no casualties beyond disheveled fur. He shook off such bewilderment and crawled his way out of the car in order to find the others. "Good thing...I have...insurance." Flash reached for his wallet at a depressingly slow pace.

Judy opened her eyes to find herself sprawled against one of the van's dented walls. She first glanced at Finnick, who was unconscious at the wheel. Brock was just beginning to stir from against the passenger seat, forcing Judy to recover even quicker. The husky was covered in cuts and had a scrape against his back. "You!" he roared and took aim.

Judy scampered out of the wrecked van just as Brock fired two shots at her. The weakened husky's aim was impaired, causing his bullets to ting against the van's broken door. Judy just crawled out against the cold pavement of the street. Her eyes widened upon realizing that City Hall was within walking distance. The enormous building towered just in front of her, instantly restoring her hope for survival. In that instant, Judy heard several civilians opening their windows to peek outside. Running out of options and thinking quickly, Judy began to yell. "Hey! Come outside! Everyone! Please!" If any time was suitable to reveal Jason to the city, it was now. "Hurry!" she yelled to them. Some mammals kept watching while others timidly shut their windows.

Judy gasped when Brock stumbled out of the van. The wounded husky lifted his pistol, "To think I used to look up to you. Yet here you are trying to save that plague of creature. If you care about him so much, you can die for him." Brock proudly pulled the trigger and Judy braced.

CLICK!

"What?" snapped Brock as he repeatedly attempted to fire.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Brock glowered and threw the empty gun to the floor. He was advancing towards Judy when Jason tackled him away. Judy backed up and caught her breath as the two battled across the street. Jason shoved Brock away, stood in front of the wounded bunny, and roared like a wild beast, "YOU WILL NOT HARM HER!"

Brock simply chuckled before unlatching his holster. He pulled off his tie and unclipped his badge before getting down on all fours. The hybrid truly portrayed his title and savagely pounced at Jason. "NO!" worried Judy as the two battled before her.

Jason threw a wild punch as the husky tried to bite him. He tried to hold Brock back, but the foe managed to claw him on his hip. Jason grunted with pain before rolling away. He clutched his bloodied side with a mild whimper, never feeling such a stinging pain before. Brock chuckled, "Pathetic. You vermin deserve extinction." He pounced on Jason again. "And I'm happy to see it through!" He dug his claws into Jason's shoulders, causing the human to cry out with pain.

"Jason," uttered Judy. She forced herself to stand, only to fall over on her twisted ankle.

Nick had just begun to stir at the other end of the street. He rose, recovered Judy's tranquilizer from the floor, and staggered towards the car crash.

Brock flashed a sinister grin from his snout and laughed at the human's cries, as if gaining some form of emotional high from it. Much to the husky's dismay, Jason's crying came to an end. Not because the human had perished, but because he had become angry. Jason grit his teeth with a growl and used his powerful hands to death grip Brock. He then pushed up with a furious huff. His sweaty biceps rippled as he lifted Brock high into the air and bellowed like a monster.

The husky's confidence had apparently diminished, and he now flailed while screaming. "Put me down! Please! Please!"

"I'll put you down," snarled Jason. In one swift motion, the human slammed Brock against the concrete and then pinned him with his body. He proceeded to wrap his fingers around his foe's furry neck and squeeze. He tightened his grip, forcing Brock to wheeze for whatever slither of air he could obtain. Jason maintained eye contact for the entire time and only increased pressure from his hands. As he choked the husky, he withdrew his hidden knife and raised it to strike. When he did so, he took a quick glance from his shoulder to see Judy watching. Such a look had somehow diminished the rage in his eyes. His brows relaxed and his breathing slowed. He dropped the knife and released his grip on Brock's neck, permitting him to breathe as he remained pinned. Jason looked down at him, "Humans are not savages. Not tonight. Not ever again." He stood up and returned his hands to his wounded side. "This is for my people."

Despite his injuries, Brock drew his claws again and attempted another attack. Judy fought through the pain against her ankle and used it to spring herself up. She then used her healthy leg to kick Brock square across the face, knocking the husky unconscious. Judy landed with a stumble but Jason caught her. He smiled through his bruised face, "Are you alright?"

Judy began to smile back, "Yes. I'm proud. I discovered the truth of what your race did to the old world. And not once did I ever consider you to be anything like them. You just proved me right."

Jason cradled Judy into his arms and stepped towards City Hall. "We are who we choose to be, and I refuse to be what the hunters see me as."

"That is why I have hope for a peace between our species," nodded Judy.

The sound of screeching tires echoed across the streets as the remaining ZBI vehicles circled the area. Jason and Judy exchanged glances, knowing they were in no shape for a fast getaway. The ZBI agents emerged from their cars with weapons trained. "We're surrounded," panicked Jason.

Judy's ears twitched upon hearing sirens. "So is the ZBI," she rejoiced.

The two watched as rush of police cars swarmed in, tremendously outnumbering the ZBI vehicles. Officers quickly disembarked and took aim at the ZBI agents. Chief Bogo stepped out of his vehicle and activated his megaphone. "This is the ZPD! Drop your weapons! You are all under arrest for treason against the people of Zootopia."

A ZBI agent scoffed, "THEY are the traitors!"

Bogo crossed his arms, "If Judy Hopps is a traitor to Zootopia, then I'm a gazelle."

Flash heard the chief's comment and found it hilarious. The sloth, still buckled in his overturned car, began to chuckle. "Ha...ha...ha...ha...ha."

Bogo rolled his eyes, "Book these agents and get them out of my sight!" Outnumbered, the agents reluctantly dropped their weapons and submitted to capture. Several officers also helped get pull Finnick and Flash out of their vehicles. Bogo turned to Judy with a smile, something her rarely gave anyone in his lifetime. The smile disappeared upon observing Jason.

Judy chuckled, "It's a long story. But keeping it short, this is Jason. He's a human." Jason gently waved and Bogo responded with a mystified nod. "There were never any terrorists. Lydia Furwell knew Nick and I had found a human and framed us in order to have the city's backing. They've been hunting these poor creatures for years." Judy sighed, "Oh Chief...everything we've known is a lie. I hope the truth can now begin with Jason and our good mayor." Jason smiled and proceeded to carry his bunny friend towards City Hall. "One more thing, Chief!" said Judy. "Brock was a ZBI plant. He was reporting to Furwell all along."

"Was he now?" inquired Bogo. He knelt over the dizzied husky as he began to awaken. "I should've known something smelled rotten about you from the start, hybrid."

Brock spat at the ground and grumbled, "I was there in the event of someone like Judy discovering humans. I was a failsafe."

"Well, you failed." shrugged Bogo. "That's all that I care about. Haul this trash away."

At the chief's command, an elephant officer snapped handcuffs on his paws and shoved him in a squad car. "You can't stop us!" barked Brock. "The ZBI will never be stopped until every...human...is...DEAD!"

"Shut up!" growled the elephant while slamming the door in Brock's face. The elephant then saluted, "All agents apprehended sir."

"Including Furwell?" asked Bogo. The elephant grimly shook his head. "Well keep looking. I want that kitty cornered and cuffed." Bogo took notice of civilians emerging from their homes and shouted on his megaphone. "Attention mammals of Zootopia! The state of emergency has been lifted! The ZBI has been lying to you this entire time. Please step out of your homes and...meet our friend."

As Jason proceeded towards City Hall, he and Judy took notice of the onlookers as they gasped and pointed. "Think they're afraid?" he asked.

"Initially," sighed Judy. "But that will all come to pass. Now we can finally start to make things right around here. No one will ever hunt you or any other human again."

Jason took a deep breath, embracing such a peaceful feeling. "I can only hope so. Thank you, Judy. For the risks you and all of your friends took to save me. I am so sorry for the trouble I put you through."

Judy placed her paw on his chest and looked up at him, "I swore an oath to protect and serve. I choose to keep honoring it."

"You are very admirable, Judy." said Jason. "My mate and child would be so enamored by your courage and all you have done for me."

Judy smiled, "Then I'll just have to meet them! Speaking of meeting, Mayor Snoutmeyer is going to love you."

Jason pushed open the doors to City Hall to immediately find the mayor standing before them. He had a look of panic flashed across his pink face. Judy did not even have enough time to comprehend why the mayor was not in his office. It was then that she noticed the white paw on his shoulder. "Run!" was all the mayor could yelp before Lydia emerged from behind him. She shoved her pig of a shield away and aimed her pistol. The situation was so intense, it was as if the entire world was moving in slow motion.

"Look out!" Judy struggled to break out of Jason's arms in order to push him to safety. She tried to sit up, desperately attempting to shield him with her own tiny body. The front doors began to swing open again as Nick entered. He gasped at the situation and aimed the dart gun in his paws. Lydia pulled the trigger as Nick did the same.

An unidentified bang sounded from City Hall, prompting Bogo and his police units to rush over. Judy had dropped to the floor and quickly looked up to see Nick aiming his gun. The last remaining dart had found its way into Lydia's neck. The white tigress stumbled backwards and forwards before collapsing, completely incapacitated. Nick looked down at Judy and helped her up, "Are you okay?"

Judy rubbed her head from the fall, "Yeah but-" She gasped before looking over at Jason. The human seemed frozen where he stood. He stuttered for a moment and loosed a single cough. A hole could be seen torn through the chest area of white shirt. Such a color made the blood all the more distinguishable. What started as a lone trickle had turned into several streaks of the scarlet substance. He fell backwards. He slammed against the door and rolled onto the stairs outside. "JASON!" screamed Judy. Pain didn't matter anymore. She flopped herself towards the door while Nick rushed to help her do so. They came outside to find him sprawled against the stairs. The sun was just starting to come up and illuminated Jason in a gentle ray of sunshine. Judy quickly slid to his side and pressed her paws on his chest. "Come on! Stay with me, Jason!" she turned to yell at Nick. "Help me, dammit!"

That was the first time Nick had ever heard such a word from her. He ran over and also applied pressure on his wound. "I think he's losing too much blood."

"No he's not!" snapped Judy. "No he's not!" She nudged Jason's face and his listing eyes met her own. "Jason. I need you to focus. You're strong. You can do this!"

Jason's voice became a painful whisper, "Judy..." he began. "It's alright."

"No!" she yelled as two tears escaped her eyes. "That shot was for me! FOR ME!" The bunny began to whimper as he slowly shook his head. "Why did you drop me? I could've...I...I would've-"

"No..." whispered Jason. He coughed and shivered as his skin turned pale. "You're...alive...because they need you."

"I'm just me," sniffled Judy. "We need you. I...need you."

Jason lifted his trembling hand and gently caressed Judy's cheek. She rested her against his palm and he wiped her tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry."

"Why? Why are you sorry?"

"I kept the truth from you. I knew about humanity's disgraceful fall all along. Every human knows the story of how we got in this mess. It was all our fault, but I didn't want you to judge me for the mistakes of my species. I...I was afraid for a very long time. Afraid that your kind would...WAS making the same mistakes mine did in the days of old." He forced a smile through his pain. "Now I see I was wrong to be afraid. Your world will succeed where mine failed because they have a leader like you. We are all capable of horrible nightmares, but also beautiful dreams. Kindness is what makes the latter possible." His fluttering eyes swayed to meet Nick's worried gaze. "Take care of her." Nick glumly nodded as Jason coughed again. "You are a fascinating friend, Judy Hopps. You have a good heart. Because of you, I had...all of us have...a chance." Jason urged himself to smile as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "And because of you...I have to fight."

Judy's ears perked up and her eyes widened. She clenched at his chest again. "That's it. That's it, Jason. Come on, fight for me. Fight for me!"

Amidst the commotion, the rest of Zootopia had emerged from hiding. Both citizen and police officer alike circled over to discover the truth for themselves. "Move!" shoved Bogo. "Move! Move!" Medic teams rushed in behind him and knelt beside Jason.

"Get pressure on that wound!" exclaimed a uniformed caribou while he gripped an oxygen mask and placed it on his mouth.

Mayor Snoutmeyer stepped over and looked down upon the procedures. The pig had never come to know the man, yet he found himself crying. "Come on," he urged. "Come on, Jason. You don't know me. And I don't know you. But we need you to fight!"

Judy never let go of Jason's hands, and he never broke eye contact with her. "You've got this, big guy." she urged with a gentle smile. "That's it...keep breathing."

Nick placed a firm paw on his arm. "We've made it this far. You can't quit on us now."

Snoutmeyer turned to the crowd, "Mammals of Zootopia! We stand together as a new dawn rises. One of compassion and enlightenment. We have much to understand and even more to discover. But thanks to our dear friends here, we will be able to move forward from this tragedy. For all that you hold dear and regardless of what you believe, I ask that you help me pray for this...Jason. Pray he endures as he always has. We must to live together. We must love together. Either we start now, or no one will."