Hello guys! Sorry for the short chapter, but I got freaking 10,000 views on this thing! So I'm doing a poll on my profile page.

It's basically an ask thing, where you guys ask me and my characters questions, and then I answer in the next chapter. Sound good? Good.

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Discliamer: I don't own Zootopia.

So I can tell, you want to get into exiting things. Or maybe those long conversations were exciting to you? Probably not so I'm just going to keep telling my story.

So after about.. A week. I got my own, teeny tiny apartment. But it was my own, and my size.

I had work everyday except the weekends. It was kinda annoying how many hours I was getting but it brought in the money. And in those weekends I usually went to that little coffee shop before. I quite liked it, and the weather was getting better so it was less crowded. Still pretty crowded though.

Nothing really exciting happened though. People were getting less afraid of me by the day though. Not like that slowed down my depression though. Just knowing that I was the only one of my species really bummed me out. Knowing I'll die one day and cut off my species from this planet got to me very very well.

Sure you could say, "Why don't you try with one animal there? It might work and things." Well at my first week at the new species institution, I think it's called, they ran tests and said it wasn't possible. Like I didn't know already from the people here at Earth, well your Earth. Not Zoo Earth.

Yeah, about that, they call their planet Earth too. So I'm just going to call the sentient animal planet.. Zearth. I couldn't think anything on the spot okay?

Anyways about the interspecies thing. Like I didn't know that from the people who did that on Earth, but they ran it anyways. Not like it stopped me from having a girlfriend or anything. Oh man, that's a story for another chapter. Anyways, what you want: Action, drama, bloodshed, and things. And it's not like the story when I almost tripped in Little Rodientville.

So a couple weeks after getting my own apartment, it was the weekend and I was walking home, It was getting dark, right when most animals were going to bed and the nocturnal ones were coming out.

The route from my apartment to my job is turn left down Redrock Avenue. Turn left after three intersections at that little coffee shop I like to go. Turn right at the Zootopia Main Mall, unoriginal name ain't it? Go forward two intersections turn right at the bank and there it is, The CrabApple. Weird name too.

I wanted to mention that because of the bank. I leave my job next door, is that decently sized bank. So I guess you get the picture. It was night I just left my work and going by the bank. Bank robbery in progress. I hear the sirens a few gunshots and at this time I realize and hide in an alleyway. They run out, say "Split up!" And run in different directions.

They were a group of three and one happened to see the alley way I was in and ran in. Saw me, and took a couple shots at me.

Yeah I know, I'm doing this too fast Arn't I? Hmm. Well it's going to be that way.

And yeah, I got hit, twice. And let me tell you, it was the second worse pain I have ever experienced. The first was when I lost my ability to speak. The thing that I hate about this experience though is that they didn't catch the raccoon that shot me. Ugh, even thinking about it is making me mad.

I know you actually want am actual story type of thing so here is Nick and Judy's point of view. Because they were on scene.

*Judy's POV*

So I arrive on scene a minute after the alarm at the bank. There were already a couple police cars there. If I remember correctly there were three wounded and one dead. All shot.

My main concern was finding these criminals so we were looking around the scene. "Hey Judy. You might wanna look at this."

"What is it Nick?" I say. He just points in an alleyway, and that's when we found Jake.

*Jake's POV*

Like you would expect, I was brought to the hospital. I was in there for a couple weeks. No one really visited me like you would expect. Just Judy, Nick, when they could, and umm.. My boss, and I think Harold did one time.

Nothing really exciting happened. Except when I first went in. Because I was fighting for my life. For the second time in my life. It seems this place just brought me bad luck.

So after the week or so I gained consciousness, the only sleep I've gotten for a while, I had to heal my wounds and stay in bed, in the hospital, alone. It sucked, but to pass the time I listened to music on my phone.

It was a boring month but when I got out, I was fine and everything. I went back to work and everything was better so to speak. I mean, I still was the only person there.

So thank you guys for reading, vote for the poll please, and as always, this is ZachAttack11, signing off!