Place for a short introduction, in which I should explain the idea behind the story.
The bells of apocalypse wouldn't simmer down. Left with no choice, Nick stumbled to the door, still feeling last night's drink.
When his heavy paw finally landed on the door handle, the click of the opening mechanism banged at his skull.
One open sesame later, the fox's eyes registered a visitor in front of his house.
"Hi!" The warm welcome didn't do anything to soothe his headache.
"... Hi?" He replied hoarsely to the smiling grey bunny. She was beaming at him, dressed in plain jeans and a checkered red shirt.
"I'm Judy, your new neighbor." Sunshine wasn't leaving her smile, which was starting to get blinding. "I just wanted to say 'hi'..."
Heroic effort raised Nick's brow. He could practically see the ellipsis at the end of that sentence.
Silence occurred.
"...And I wanted to ask if I can borrow a phone? The moving crew was supposed to be here an hour ago, but who knows where they are. On top of that, my battery died, and I have no way of contacting them now."
More silence followed her words.
"You want to use my phone?" The fox said, scratching an itchy spot under his white, sleeveless top.
The doe nodded shyly, staring at him with her purple eyes.
Another silence appeared.
Nick grunted. "Sure, I got mine somewhere…" He turned around to head back into his house. The fox almost tripped on a coat laying on the floor. He picked it up lazily and threw it into another room. As it landed on a chair, a bloodied knife slipped out of a pocket and landed in a pile of dirty socks.
He ventured into the living room and eyed the space. Nick vaguely remembered something about the couch. The red fox sauntered over to that piece of furniture and started shuffling through the pillows. He found one more sock, an old sandwich, a pistol, some change, and a few wrappings from burgers. Finally, he found the phone.
Nick ventured back to the corridor. "Found it." He said to the doe on the doorstep. "Feel free." The fox left it on a table in the corridor and dragged his paws to the kitchen. Once there, he could hear the female's voice in the corridor. But he was too out of sorts to pay attention. Surveying the room, he spotted the last banana in the fruit bowl. Munching on the yellow, mushy thing, Nick opened the refrigerator and leaned down to reach for stuff for breakfast.
"Thank you." The neighborly kind voice spoke quite close.
He rose up to look at her over the refrigerator's door. She was standing in the middle of his kitchen, holding his phone. He didn't hear her come in. "You're welcome."
"It's very kind of you," she went on, "considering that you don't know me at all. Some mammals would be scared to let a stranger in." The doe commenced the small talk. "I mean, not like you have anything to worry about with me. I may not look like it, but I'm a police officer." Judy presented a proud smile.
"Mhm." He muttered, leaning back to the fridge. His paw passed next to a jar with several fingers floating in it and took a bowl of salad.
"I have to run, as they will be here any moment. Thank you so much." She handed him the phone.
Not having any pockets in his boxers, Nick placed it on the kitchen table, closing the fridge with his foot. "Don't mention it."
One more silence appeared.
"Right…" The doe mumbled, backing away towards the main door, keeping a shy smile. "I'll see you around, then. Have a nice day!" She went out and shut the door behind her.
The fox shrugged and turned to the kitchen top for a bottle of juice. Pulling it from the surface, he heard a pat on the floor. Nick glanced down and crouched to pick up a blood smeared driver's license. It belonged to a female he couldn't recognize.
The fox sighed and reached for a wooden box. He threw the document inside with the rest of them and went to eat breakfast.