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I DO NOT OWN ZOOTOPIA NOR THE CHARACTERS ONLY OC'S

Warning: Gore, violence, sex, cursing, and plenty of not PG shit.

*Drip*

*Drip*

*Drip*

*Drip*

I felt cold rain slowly pelt my forehead. My hand instinctually flew up to wipe the offending water off my skin. I could see nothing but, the darkness of my eyelids. A short groan worked its way out when a sudden pain went off inside of my back. Eyes twitching, they opened.

The first thing I saw was a dark grey sky followed by a few tiny droplets. The scent of trees and woods flooded my nose and I eased up. I slowly closed my eyes to savor the sweet smell but, I noticed something was wrong.

There were no woods in the desert.

I instantly went into high alert and my eyes went wide open. Now wide awake and scanning the surroundings, I noticed a few peculiar things. Instead of sand and well ... more sand. I saw an open field with a few trees carelessly scattered bathed in a rich sunset. The wind gently rustled through the leaves and the big tree a few feet away from me danced quietly.

My nose crinkled at the bitter-sweet smell of wet wood and grass.

The only crude comment I could muster up was, "The fuck?". My brain was scrambled and I couldn't remember how I got here or why. I pulled at my brown hair and sat against a nearby tree to think.

I was with my platoon, in a hole. Then an explosion came...

It came back to me.

The whole ordeal of dying and the spirit lady. My eyes bulged like a dead tuna fish and my hands covered my head. I practically looked like a toddler in the fetal position I assumed to grieve at my sudden reality.

I had no clue how to really act, I mean come on, I GOT TOSSED INTO A FUCKING NEW WORLD!

This is cruel. Instead of peace, I get a whole new world, and I'm still at the ripe age of 27. The rain started to pick up and pelt me in my back. My stomach growled and my mouth was drier than my old master's humor. I mean, face it. I can't just sit here on the ground and wallow in self-pity. Got to take care of my humanely needs.

Pushing all of my thoughts into the back of my mind I put on my game face.

Doing a quick equipment check I found only my field knife and no MRE'S. I was somehow in my old uniform but, it was beaten to hell. It was caked in mud and had long tears in the 'indestructible' seams. My brow furrowed at this revelation and I grunted sitting up.

It felt weird to stand up again and my legs were wobbly and unbalanced. It took a second but I regained center balance. Now having balance, I popped my back and neck with a satisfied exhale.

The rain started to pick up so my arm shielded my eyes and I had to find some shelter quickly. I started with baby steps, then progressed as my muscles loosened and my motor controls returned.

Soon I was walking in a brisk manner through an empty field. My boots splashed in the wet grass and flung little droplets through the air. Loud crashes of thunder broke the sound barrier and echoed through the plains. I tried to empty my mind, it is not time to reflect. Survival was key.

You learn that in the military, that survival is important. They teach you how to separate yourself from emotions and only focus on survival. This may sound harsh, but, come on. You don't need troops bawling after every firefight. I still have empathy and my actions haunt me every night I turn in. Don't get me wrong, I just possess the ability to do that in the heat of the moment. It is called "The Mind Of The Warrior". To find peace and empty your mind even in the toughest of situations.

This situation is pretty tough, only mentally. Physically? Hah!

My master made me go through all the tests of the Ronin and it slowly broke my body and it trained my spirit. From bathing under a waterfall, swimming in below-freezing water, and working out to near death in the desert. It physically breaks you and you are rebuilt stronger.

The sun was now really low on the horizon and the rain eased up. Of course, I was sopping wet and trudged through the flooded field in annoyance. It felt like I haven't even made progress with the lack of points of reference to use. This changed when a tree line slowly came into my view.

I stopped to stare until my stupor wore off and I made a break for it.

I was in a full sprint towards the tree line like a madman as if it could answer all my problems. About halfway there I slipped and landed on my ass getting covered in wet grass. I just grumbled and returned to running to forget the embarrassing and uncoordinated fall. I reached in about 10 minutes of a full sprint. I arrived with labor breathing and paused before it briefly to catch my escaping breath.

After my blood had received its oxygen and pumped smoothly, I continued. Walking into the trees was quite nice after not a long time of being in the woods. I had spent years in the desert never going home because I had no one to go to.

It was like a different world as the trees swallowed me whole as if a hungry beast inhabited its roots. The scene got really dark and the temperature dropped a degree or two. There was now crunching under my feet as bramble and sticks found their way under my boots. After finding an opening and allowing what little sunlight there is to shine through, I began my search. I walked up and down through narrow paths finding large pieces of sticks and maple leaves.

It took a minute but, I returned with the needed materials.

I quickly started the process of creating fire. My knife got to work and started to strip the bark from the smaller sticks. Luckily, I found my canteen in my back pocket and it was collecting rainwater a few feet away. The wood was slippery as it was wet. God had mercy on me when I fully stripped them naked and found a mostly dry surface area. I created a small divot in one after cutting in half. My tongue came out slightly as I focused on rolling the stick to create friction. Soon sparks started to form and smoke came out. Dropping a handful of leaves in there, it started to burn.

It was quickly placed in a big fire pit and it started to flame.

The fire slowly grew and I felt the warmth radiating off it magical as my body slowly heated up. After a few minutes of sitting and enjoying the heat, I got to work on a quick makeshift shelter. I stacked large branches against a tree and ripped the smaller roots out of the ground. Quickly fastening them together, I covered them in leaves.

I soon had a fire and a shelter.

The pain in my body was relieved when I sat in the shelter near the fire and it started inching its way out. My shelter was close to the fire, but not too close. It kept me warm but, had very low chances of catching fire. I doubt the latter would happen anyways due to how damp it is.

I settled for a few before my mouth screamed for hydration. I grabbed my canteen and poured the rainwater into my mouth. I recoiled at the earthy taste but, drunk anyway. When my screaming dehydration was finally muffled I lay down to go to sleep.

About two hours of counting sheep went by and still nothing.

I cursed under my breathe and twisted to and fro in my sleep. I emptied my mind to not dwell on the present in hopes of a good rest. As you can guess, it didn't work. When you shut down your thoughts, your senses are improved.

I could hear way better and had trouble focusing on sleep with every sound. The wind whistled, crickets chirped, leaves blew, and trees swayed. I put my hands over my ears in frustration trying to block out the sound in some manner. A few minutes proceeded to pass with no results and I just decided to meditate.

Sitting Indian-style with controlled breathing, I slowly started to calm and my heart rate stabilized. My focus died down and before I knew it I was asleep.

*Dreamscape*

I was running through the desert. My head pounded and I was quite thoroughly freaked out. There was nothing behind me nor in front, just me running.

Out of nowhere, Adrian appeared beside me running as well. He glanced at me while running and his face was covered in sweat mixed with grime.

A huge grimace was on his face and it darkened his features immensely. Soon as I turned forward the scene was different. There were now dead soldiers littering the ground and firefights lighting up the horizon. Planes flew overhead and tanks were scattered all firing at each other.

Bullets were hitting the sand flinging it up close to our feet. The projectiles seeming to come out of nowhere. I pressed forward harder, my backpack starting to feel as if it were 1000 pounds.

The fighting picked up and bullets came in at a faster rate. Out of nowhere one went through Adrian and his form was slung to the ground in the corner of my eye. I turned around to see him spitting up his own blood impaled by a bullet.

I dropped to his side and started to freak out.

"ADRIAN!", I screamed.

He stared up at me weakly and grabbed at my hand. He opened his mouth to utter something and quickly stopped. Life left his face in an instant and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. My breathe hitched before I started to scream in defeat, "NO! STAY WITH ME BUDDY! DON'T GIVE INNNNNN!".

The wind picked up around me and the sound ripped through my screaming muffling the crazed sound.

The scene changed, it was Adrian's funeral.

I was dressed in my officer uniform and was saluting in a group of marines. Were in some graveyard in his hometown of Charleston, South Carolina. I saw his pure white coffin a few feet away covered in roses with a reef. Ontop sat an image of him smiling when he was a mere child.

Among the crowd, I saw his mother breaking down. His father was crying as well but trying to be tough for his wife rubbing her back in a soothing manner. Her screams cut through the air and were wild like a banshee. She caught my eye and slowly rose. I gulped as she stormed towards me and the other marines never reacted. They just stood lifeless facing forward.

She reached me and I stared into her tear-streaked gray eyes. "Why did you let my baby die?", she asked quietly. My brain stopped working and I opened my mouth for a retort and she screamed over me. "WHY DID YOU LET MY BABY DIE!", she screeched with her voice breaking.

She seized me by the collar and I could hear her husband yelling in the background, "OLIVIA!".

Her hand raised and I closed my eyes expecting the blow. Instead of a skin-irritating slap, I felt something bigger slam right into my stomach. I doubled over in pain and my eyes quickly opened to my ... old training room?

I glanced up to see my old master assuming a position informing me he indeed kicked me. I grabbed my aching gut and propped myself up with an arm. I struggled to breathe in and my sided were killing me.

He continued to circle around me. "You are weak", he commented viciously. He paused before turning the other way to circle and continued his belittling thoughts, "I thought you were better than that". I slowly met his eye weakly and glared at him. He smirked before turning around, out of nowhere he slammed his foot into my head. My head slammed into the floor and my world started to spin.

"You are weak", he repeated closer to my ears.

I covered my ears in defiance and muttered, "No". I squeezed harder when his voice repeated over and over in my head. It slowly got louder and louder.

*Dreamscape End*

I flew up out of sleep and half-dazed shouted, "No!".

I woke up to dank woodlands and early morning. My head pounded and I could not remove the picture of his mother's face out of my head. Do they really blame me?

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud gruff voice off in the distance, "Over there!".

Like the flip of a switch, I was in combat mode. Practically leaping off the ground, I quickly grabbed my canteen and knife from beside me and ran for it. I could hear muffled shouts in the distance as my feet carried me forward. I got tired of running after a few minutes of not leaving them so I hid.

Scaling the nearest tree, I slowly made it to the top with a final heave. I was now on my belly hugging the branch in a tiger stealth position. The knife was snugly in my mouth and I quieted my breathing.

It was quiet for a while with not a lot of noise. I was close to climbing down before I heard the crunching of twigs and leaves approaching. Four men in blacked-out armor patrolled the area carrying assault rifles.

I was quite confused though.

They were wearing some sort of glove that had fur and small claws sticking out, they also sported fake tails.

I continued to stare in bafflement at the potential threat as they passed glancing everywhere except above. They stalked slowly as well and the most middle one spoke up, "Where is he? I swear he was just there". The others shrugged half-listening and continued to diligently scour the foliage and nature for my whereabouts. One lagged behind, they were fiddling with their gun. Looked like it was jammed.

I slowly made my way down. I crawled with great patience down face first, like I was trained. My hands made it to the soft dirt ground first and my body slowly landed in tow. I assumed a crouching position and slowly moved closer. He was distracted mostly and I got closer.

Getting a bit cocky, I picked up my pace. Big mistake. In one footfall I snapped a twig and he shot around. I moved with great speed around him and snatched him up from behind. My knife met his throat or what I could feel. He squirmed in my grasp and I yanked his helmet up further to expose the openings.

Soon, out of nowhere, the rest of the troops came out in front of me. They had their guns raised menacingly to my face and I raised my knife. They approached slowly and I backed up matching their pace avoiding one of them flanking. I finally backed myself against a tree and they stopped.

One took a step closer and I pressed the knife into my hostage. I felt him squirm and small drips of blood drizzle on my hand. This confirmed my rebellious nature and seriousness making everyone take a few steps back. They all froze with their weapons aimed at me, standing still as a stone statue.

The silence was thick and could be cut with a butter knife, the air had an awkward feeling as I continued to glance around wildly. After a few uncomfortable minutes, a fifth troop walked through the middle. He had no weapon and very little armor. Ah, the negotiator I see.

He froze with his weird-ass gloves and raised them in a surrendering manner.

"I'm Richard. What's your name?", he began in a fake friendly tone. I ignored it and lay down my cards, "I'm not here to play games. If you want your man, give me intel. Where am I? Who are you guys? That would be nice to know". He gave a small mocking chuckle, "Straight to business I see".

He stared for a few, probably licking his lips before he debriefed me, "You are in Anamalia. We are the Mayor Of Zootopias Private Militia or MZPM for short".

That did not help. I just stared dumbly for a few seconds until I remembered, I'm in a whole other fucking world. Now I am just standing there like a dumbass with a hostage for no reason. I forgot to put on a poker face and he saw straight through my crestfallen look. I could see my dumbass through the lens on his helmet.

He reached over and clicked it off.

It revealed some sort of wolf mask that looked quite impressively ... real. He had a look of fascination with hints of disgust, then it dawned on me, they are animals. My brain must have shut down for a little bit before I went ape shit.

"YOUR ALL FUCKING ANIMALS!", I screamed. My hostage now was on the ground scurrying away and I flailed my knife to each one.

He progressed forward and tried to calm me, "Now sir. Calm down".

That just sent me into a bigger panic and I replied, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!". He sighed and nodded. Then out of nowhere I heard a sharp whistling of the wind and felt pain in my chest. Looking down multiple tranquilizers were sticking out. My brain slowly went numb and I can only remember stumbling forward into the darkness.

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