I am so so so so so sorry guys! I just had a lot of shit come down on me and just couldn't spare the time nor had the willpower. Still dealing with cancer within the family, getting blamed for a crime with charges because my alibi wasn't "adequate", and living poor as fuck with literally no money! Sorry for my little vent, hope you guys enjoy the chapter.

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

*Warning* Gore, drugs, cursing, and later sex-scenes.

"Thank you", Winter said quietly. She grabbed the cup of coffee out of my hand and relaxed in the guest room bed. She sighed and closed her eyes to think. I sat quietly to give her a moment of peace and, she soon fell asleep.

I smirked and grabbed the drink. After securing the almost spilled beverage I covered her up with the blanket. I kept smirking and took a picture of her asleep. She now held a pillow and her tongue was slightly out.

I saved the photo with a mischievous smile and made sure to save that one to the cloud.

After pocketing the phone I looked at her fondly. I noted the occasional twitch of her nose or flick of her ear as she slept soundly.

I was conflicted. I watched her and tried to wrap my head around my emotions.

How did I feel about her?

There is no question if she found a place in my heart, but, platonic or romantic?

I mean, I do love her you know.

That is the big question. How do I love her?

I could love her platonically. I could say I love Judy and Nick, but it is in a friendly way. Maybe that's it or... no.

Maybe, I love her romantically. I do feel that electrical feeling people speak of when we touch and I got attached to her faster than anyone I've ever known. I just don't know.

If that is the case, that is a whole other issue.

If I do how would it work out. I am from a literal whole other fucking world. She is a wolf and I am a human. Point and simple.

I still don't know how I feel about this place. It may look like I am not bothered but... trust me I am. I have trouble finding humanity in animals and I still long for human contact. I put on the charade I am not bothered.

That is why I throw myself into dangerous situations. To distract me from the sad fact I might never see home or my parents again. I am slowly adapting like I was trained to do but, I still feel pretty terrified.

I am the only one. It is me against the world here. If they one day decide to strip me of my rights and make me a lab rat. Who would give a damn? I can't deny these animals are sentient beings but, it will take me a while to warm up to that truth.

I left my thoughts for a moment and sighed. I walked out of the room after turning off the lights and lightly banged my head on the door. Damn, this is why I hate emotions.

In the military, they slowly go cold and it spares you the hurt and confusion. The closest thing to affection you might receive is 200 pushups from a drill sergeant. Also, killing. Don't get me wrong, I do not enjoy to kill but it messes with you. It hurts the first few times and you slowly numb the pain by ignoring emotions. I try to avoid emotional attachments except for the ones you were birthed by. Yet, here I am determining my emotions for a wolf.

I shook my head and hoisted myself from the door to my feet. There was no time to think of emotions I have a job to do.

I diligently inquired intel on her cousin and where they are holding him. I would report this to the police and take the case but, that would get him killed. Besides, I already know where he is held up. Every mammal in Winter's family received a call for a ransom. I got his name which was Kyle Howlington.

A gang called the "Crimson Fangs" nabbed him. He was held up at one of their ports to import and export firearms and paraphernalia across the sea. They had business in places like Mexicat and New Animalia.

Winter told me the exact location and I made sure to write it down.

This was a risky move. It was just me with no backup and if I go behind my Boss' back to do this, it would be hell to pay. I mean for fuck's sake it has only been one day on the beat.

I began to contemplate if it was worth it. I cracked her door and took a peek at her sleeping. Yes, she was worth it.

I closed the door gently once more and made my way to my room. I bent down and grabbed the bag from beneath my bed. I pulled it up and quickly set it down before drawing a breath.

My hands shook over it. The thought of killing again, I didn't want to. I growled and forced myself to open it. I saw my disassembled rifle that laid in there ever since a month ago.

Killing at the moment does not affect me, it is the aftermath. I could kill someone and not bat an eye until everything calms down and I have time to feel bad. The military does not damage you mentally in the combat, it is the aftermath. That is why the long-term effects of the job are the worse.

I grumbled, "The things I do for people".

I then expertly removed my rifle and went to assemble it. Then stopped half-way and realized there is no silencer, I growled in frustration and kicked my bed before putting it back. I only had my sidearm which thankfully, had a silencer. It wasn't a good one, but it would have to do.

I quickly got it ready and found my field knife. Then, gave it a few flips and toyed around a bit before holstering it behind my sidearm.

Finally, I dressed in all black and took a bandana to cover my face. I stashed the bandana in my pocket and grabbed a notepad and pen. I wrote the following.

I might be gone when you wake up. Don't freak out, the house is yours if you need anything. The kitchen and shower are open to you.

The pen hit the ground with a clank as I tossed it aside and left the small note on my kitchen table. I proceeded to turn off the lights and lock up extra tight since Winter was at my house.

I made my way out, which, earned me a bunch of shifty looks due to my attire. Then came to a nearby bus stop to wait patiently for a bus. Soon about 30 minutes later, a bus with few mammals driven by a raccoon pulled up. I hid my weapons and embarked telling the driver to drop me off at the Shipping Port D lead to by Canary Road.

Port D 11:12 P.M.

I made it there pretty quick and tipped the raccoon handsomely after getting directions to the port.

I was now sitting in a wooded area on a rock staring down at the port. It was on a small river that opened up into a huge bay a few miles away. The port was pretty big and had plenty of boats and a few small buildings. The catch was, it was all guarded. It was personally owned by one of the leaders of Crimson Fangs and was guarded heavily. I saw multiple coyotes with rifles and maybe a fox here and there. I rolled my eyes annoyed at the abundance of problems I am going to have and crawled down to psych myself up. The said mammals didn't spot me and continued to conversate or load things onto the boats.

I had already scouted an entrance.

I brought a pair of fence cutters and spied a spot with only one mammal smoking a cigarette with his back towards me. I crept off of the hill and slowly was engulfed in darkness in the trees. My breath was quiet and controlled along with the crunching of leaves under my feet. I stalked the tall grass in the marsh-like area in the Rainforest District like a tiger, hunting for its prey. I slowly got closer to the coyote and he was half asleep with a cigarette dimly lighting his sleepy features. His gun hung limp at his side and I crept closer.

I got as closed as I could and reached for my knife. His nose started to twitch and I freaked out. The kill was not clean, as I put my hands around his muzzle from behind pulling the cigarette in his mouth. It singed my hand and he whimpered while I grabbed him by the throat and snapped his neck. He fell to the ground and I cursed.

After I recovered from almost blowing my presence I pulled his body in the water and left it to the alligators. Funny enough, there were birds and reptiles but mammals were evolved therefore civilized. I then remembered he could smell me and looked for a way to hide my scent. Quickly finding a patch of mud, I hesitantly rolled around and covered my scent with the earth. We would do this to avoid detection from thermal imaging by cooling down our body but, it also hides smells.

I got up off the ground quietly and took a glance at the wolf's body I dumped. It floated motionlessly and I could see the head of a crocodile drifting closer to snag an easy meal.

I sighed while wiping mud off my face and knife, to not dull the blade.

Quickly approaching the fence I pulled out the cutters and got to work. In one minute, the fence was cut and I could crawl through a small opening I made. After crawling through it, I continued to crawl because I was still high up and visible. As I crawled closer I could hear muffled shouts and the footsteps of guards. There were way too many to be sneaking around.

I grumbled, "Fuck me", as I spied the water and slid in. The water was freezing and I shuddered as I sunk into the murky abyss. The water churned up mud as I sloshed quietly through plants going under a bridge. The water was now dark and had an interesting pattern on its surface with the light filtering through. Luckily, the waves crashed against the beams and made the natural sound of movement. It perfectly masked mine allowing my slow gate to be a bit quicker. There was an occasional pair of footsteps over my head and I slowed allowing them to pass.

I have now been under here for a long time, no leads. My head protested as I banged it silently against the support beam as I shivered being covered in the elements. It didn't help getting hit in the face when waves struck from a boat making leave for criminal activity. Now deeper in a port, I would describe as a fucking compound I relaxed to think. I need to get information somehow in some way. Not just swim under a bridge full of armed vermin. If you told my old self that this would be my predicament, I would have laughed so hard I'd be dead.

Now deflated at the lack of doing anything helpful except kill one out of like a fucking million, I made it to the outskirts.

Fate seemed to be on my side as I came out in a clearing surrounded by bramble. In the middle two coyotes held their paws out over a fire in a barrel scouting the perimeter.

Their shadows were elongated and danced on the open grass highlighting their forms on the earth. I got a bit closer and overheard the conversation.

"Ya dude, I fucking knotted that slut", slurred a half-drunk coyote swaying lazily next to a scrawny one. The scrawny one looked at him and spoke tiredly, "I don't give a shit. I just wanna go home. Being stuck out here with you for twenty-seven hours makes me wanna blow my damn brains out!". The drunk coyote gave him a look of disdain and slurred once more, "Yo fuck you. I gotta' take a piss". He then proceeded to stumble into the bramble, soon, cloaked in darkness.

"Asshole", the scrawny one muttered and scratched his abdomen lazily.

Having formed a plan I easily stalked behind him. Now reaching him, he yelped as I grabbed him from behind and pressed the blade to his throat. He shivered in fear and was quite frankly shocked. I began to extract intel quietly from him, "Listen here you motherfucker. I will cut your throat clean open and feed you to the fish. Cooperate and I will let you free". He nodded quickly in my grasp and I tightened to prove my point whilst drawing a little blood with my knife to his neck. I began to speak again in his ear that was twitching, "Tell me where Kyle Howlington is. If you lie ...". I stopped a second and chuckled sadistically to scare him and finished, "You don't wanna know". He trembled under my grip and I then loosened my grip as he quivered and choked out an answer, "He is in the ... building with the ... brown paint and green door in the center. Please don't hurt me!".

He continued to tremble and I nodded. He dared to muster up in a quiet voice, "Can I go?". He felt me stiffen and he went dead silent and froze. I pondered and answered him after a few seconds, "I have no sympathy for slave traffickers and drug dealers". With that said I quickly moved my knife horizontally and the blood began to pour from his throat. His body fell from my grasp dead before it even hit the ground. In the heat of the moment, I didn't hear the footsteps and I turned around to find a shocked drunken wolf. We both met eyes and his paw went to the gun. I quickly reacted and threw the knife.

It planted itself deep in his frontal lobe and he took a step back in shock before he fell on his ass. He gurgled and his eyes went cross. I quickly made my way to him and removed my knife from his forehead. After a quick wipe down. My paths were set straight back to the middle of the port.

After a bunch of close calls and an excruciatingly long time of dangling from a tree. I reached the destination. The inside was lit up with light and noise and it was fairly large. I was currently on the deck listening through the walls with my head up against it and I heard footsteps approaching. With no time to react a fairly huge hyena came around the corner. He drew his firearm out and his digit went to pull the trigger. Reacting quickly, I flew at him and knocked the gun out of his hands. As we wrestled to the ground his gun pathetically skidded across the slick wood and fell into the water with a splash.

He growled and quickly mounted me. He was attempting his best to pinning me down and succeeded when he had his knee in my liver. The pain was harsh and didn't allow me to move. With a growl, he thrusted his open maw immediately to my neck to tear it open. Somehow I moved my head and he missed allowing me to have to resort to less humanly means. I bit him hard as I could in the neck instead with my blunt teeth and he whimpered as I could taste blood oozing. Instinctually, my hand formed a fist and punched him in the ribs as my knees struck him in the crotch.

This weakened him and I moved my head completely as I pulled his face down to smash it into the wood beneath us. He flew back and held his face. I tried to scramble off the wood but, he had other plans. An extended paw with unsheathed claws came out of nowhere and cut me in the face. My face began to burn and was now streaked with red. Growling back I lunged at him again grabbing his top jaw and lower with a different hand and I twisted hard as I could. His jaw came unhinged and he yelped loudly. With a kick to the back, he belly-flopped in the water and was too weak to move.

He would most likely drown so I dropped my defense and wiped my face. The blood came off and I shot his unconscious floating body a glare. I quickly returned to the task at hand and moved to my place at the wall. The noises were muffled and just as unclear as they were the first time. Desperately taking a step back, I closely examined the building for other entrances. The top had a hatch and I thanked every deity off of the top of my head for the luck I was having.

With a quick bound off of a medium-sized jeep and a hoist accompanied by a brutish grunt, I was on top of the dimly lit building. My view of the port was now way better and I cursed under my breathe seeing the moon closer to its bed and the crickets slowly becoming quieter. Movement stilled and there weren't many mammals patrolling out. This gave me little time left and if that little rat lied to me ... I am good as fucking dead.

The wood creaked under my weight causing me to slow my gait to the hatch. The hatch taunted me as I moved ever so slowly to not alert the enemy. The relief that possessed my mind when I made it silently after five minutes of barely moving could not be described. The hatch was slowly creaked open revealing a dimly lit hallway with a crudely placed ladder as my path to descent.

My descent was snappy as I slid down the rim of the ladder meeting the floor with a clank. The mammals inside were undisturbed and I could clearly hear the conversation.

My retreat to the shadows went unnoticed when the doorway opposite to me was finally revealed to me. The room now to my right was spacious and quite empty. I cringed at the blood-stained floor that told the story of innocent mammals suffering and enemies chastised.

In the middle, there were two coyotes with a large brown bear. They all bordered a circle table where a card game was played. The sight was comical with the bear lumbering over struggling to hold the tiny cards. This led to the two coyotes facing the backs of their cards above their heads to prevent cheating from the Ursine competitor. The game was getting heated based on their body language but, they tried to remain calm through conversation. It seemed a large pile of cash was being gambled for.

The bear was pouting at his hand and stared at it intently. He did not fool me though, the classic poker face. The other two seemed to try to imitate it horribly and betrayed their winning or losses with their body language.

"So Mark", the bear began and didn't finish. This had the desired effect of the coyote responding, "So what?". "Whoever wins this hand gets to let the scrawny little wolf squeal in pain. Got my blades in the jeep", the ursine suggested. The coyotes smirked and nodded.

I had enough of these assholes and quickly started to screw the silencer on. I removed myself from the shadows and stepped into their line of sight pointing the guns toward them. They froze and I decided to introduce myself with a corny line, "Three of a kind!". I didn't watch to gauge their reaction and began to let bullets fly. One hit the bear in the head making him slump forward and two hit the far right coyote in the thigh and shoulder. When they collapsed one turned around and got up drawing a revolver. I shot him twice in the chest sending him sprawling over the chair.

The first coyote shot was groaning on the ground with his tail curled up. Putting him out of his misery my approach was quick and his brains were on the floor also as quick.

My rush to the door was even faster and I slung open a white door behind the poker table.

I was greeted with a dark room. It had chains dangling and blood was smeared everywhere. It somehow splashed on the roof and covered everything in a sickening shade of dark red. The room smelt like pure iron and a breeze blew through that gave it a more eerie feel.

Across the small room was a shirtless wolf hanging from his paws. His body was thin and damaged. Nasty bruises, cuts, and spots of shaven fur decorated his body from head to his hind paws.

His eyes slowly opened and shifted up to meet mine. They looked tired and had bags under them. He caught sight of me and croaked out, "Have mercy". I just shook my head and mumbled, "Damn". He eyed me warily as I approached slowly to not scare him into making noise. He started to raggedly breathe when I got close as he saw the knife in my hands.

He croaked once more, "Please".

His eyes were now starting to tear up and he looked utterly depleted. His voice was damaged hinting towards hours of painful shrieks and pleads. I was shocked at how damaged he was considering he was there only a day. Just fucking ruthless! I am no saint but, I hurt folk that deserves it. I don't torture the innocent and helpless for fun.

Now giving me a good look, I could see the resemblance in his features to winter. He had a more bony face and looked old and young at the same time. Somehow his body was the color of cream and not pure white and he had brown eyes.

I kept my approach slow and I was nearly there.

He seemed to calm down a bit and watched silently as I approached him. Finally approaching him he stared up at me expecting a blow.

"This is for your own good, sorry in advance", I broke the tension in a low voice. With a quick chop to the side of his neck, he passed out allowing me to work easier on getting out alive. I quickly cut the rope and slung his surprisingly light body over my shoulder. I kept his paws tied to prevent him from freaking out in the process of his extraction. I moved swiftly through the building with the clack of my boots. His breaths were labored and raspy as I roughly handled him up the ladder. When I hoisted him through the hatch I was met with the sky. It was slowly getting lighter and the birds could be heard chirping.

I looked everywhere for means of escape and luckily the jeep remained in its place.

I proceeded to lower him down and dropped with him to the driver's side of the yellow jeep. It was unlocked and I threw him in and climbed in after. He was sprawled out on the passenger seat and I gave the interior a quick inspection. It was a manual jeep and seemed to be a newer model. I couldn't find any keys as I rummaged through the dashboard and ended up having to hotwire the jeep. After sparking the wire it rumbled to life and I quickly slammed the door shut and floored it.

The jeep was shaking plenty with its more expensive suspension and leaves crackled under the tires. Surprisingly, I quickly found a trail and the drive was going smooth. That was until I drove off-road into the main clearing in view of the port. Mammals scurried from their post and drew their weapons as I kept chugging along.

Soon, a fine early morning drive was interrupted. My jaw clenched as bullets started to pelt the vehicle and I had to duck with some bullets narrowly missing me. Glass was raining on me and I had no fucking clue what was happening above the dashboard. Gunfire tore through my ears and the whizzing of bullets did plenty to keep my head down and curiosity quelled. The beast of a vehicle kept rumbling and tore up mud drowning the muffled shouts and helped assure me we were not under the water.

The direction of bullets soon changed and they were now coming from the back. This let me know they were behind us and I peeked my head up a little bit. I was barreling fast towards the entrance. With a loud crash, we rammed through the fence causing a badger to dive into the water to avoid being squashed.

We were now speeding back up a familiar-looking hill and made it onto the street. The street had others driving and we slowly blended in. I was now driving at a normal speed practically hyperventilating staring forward with a stoic expression. I glanced over to the wolf who still looked terrible and was now almost upside down in his seat. He kept groaning and moaning so, I left him be.

I finally calmed down and punched in the directions to the closest hospital in Zoogle Maps.

The car ride was silent and nerve-racking. I was now closer to the hospital driving down the highway. I knew I have yet to see the last of them and kept my guard up. Soon, again, the peaceful air was broken by gunshots. I jumped and checked my rearview mirror which showed two blacked-out vans following. They each took a side and I grumbled annoyed. The one on the far right fired a handgun in which I barely avoided.

This gunshot kicked off complete carnage.

All of the citizens started to freak out and speed up, driving recklessly. You could hear everyone screaming and watch their cars shoot off disorderly some connecting slightly. The right advanced while the left rode my ass. I fished a gun out of the glove department and counted about 12 bullets. The car on the right soon matched my speed and was staring me down through the window. I shot him the bird and jerked the jeep to the right bumping him away to create distance. He continued to follow me for a few meters until I had an idea.

I was rummaging through the jeep again trying to find anything useful. Under my driver seat my foot bumped a red object, quickly pulling it out it was a flare gun.

This was probably the dumbest miscalculation I had ever made.

I forgot about the heavy wind blowing in from the window and took the shot out of pure desperation. It shot towards the window and blew back in. Fuck.

It started to spark heavy and flooded the car with red smoke. My coughing fit distracted me from the road and I missed the hair pen turn.

My eyes went wild as time itself slowed down. The whole car became weightless as we were now hurdling down a hill, me and Kyle lifted out of our seats and shit hit the fan. Stuff went airborne with us and the whole car flipped, somehow, we managed to land and my head harshly smacked the wheel dazing me. I can't tell you all that happened due to a fucking hit that should have gave me a coma but, it wasn't fun. My brain failed to process but my nervous system was more than happy to translate. Pain.

In a quick succession of movements we were now still. My brain was hammering as I was now upside down on the seat with a bloodied face.

'You have reached your destination', Ziri decided to call out breaking the silence. I barely moved my head and indeed saw we actually did arrive at the hospital. At that moment I wanted to laugh at the irony like a madman, but the pain only allowed a smirk. That was quickly wiped from my mug as I realized I can get caught. My panic levels rose and I crawled out the side of the car and hit the pavement like a sack of potatoes. My whole body ached and I spit a whole wad of blood out of my mouth. Barely able to stand, I stood anyway and hobbled away into the streets. They were still relatively empty and it made my whole escape plan work. Before you freak-out, yes, the dude was fine and there is no way in hell no one didn't hear that.

I stumbled slowly looking like shit with blood covering me and cut up clothing from the crash. I had to sit down soon because my body was slowly shutting down and my labored breath reverberated through the empty streets. Having no choice I ducked in a small bar named "Shitfaced Sea Lion". I didn't pay attention to the inside and just collapsed on a bench slowly drifting into sleep.

Hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Feedback always appreciated! Sorry, about the wait, I will try to get back on it. If I can't then I am sorry.