Look, Carrots, if this is you calling me AGAIN about setting my alarm clock...well..I didn't so anyways, I've hyped myself up on caffeine AND sweets so I won't be NEEDING an alarm clock anyway. Oh, and one more thing...

I really am just a dumb bunny!

Please leave a message after the beep

BEEEEEEP!

"Nick, it's me Judy calling to make sure you got home safe and sound...please call me when you ARE home alright? I'm already worried for you as it is...okay so - bye?"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! CLICK!

Sighing, the grey rabbit slumped on her bed and set her iCarrot on her wooden desk. Knew I shouldn't have let him go to a bar by himself...or at least..I HOPE he wasn't by himself. If there's one thing Judy knew for certain about Nick it was that, if he wasn't put in his place, he got pretty out of control. And usually, Judy or some of her fellow co-workers who Nick had befriended, would be there to keep his drinking under control. But she wasn't there, an she had a sneaking suspicion in her gut, which was never wrong, that he had gone out for a small occasion by himself with no one there to stop him from going overboard.

He could be anywhere right now, Sahara Square, Nocturnal District -God please don't let him be there- or...no those are the only places he'd be right now...

She pondered for a moment. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to go to the Forest District, where he lived, maybe see if he was sound asleep an drunk in his bed..or his couch.

Problem was, the Forest District wasn't the most keenest of places for prey like herself to be at night; you see the Forest District was different from all the other districts because all varieties of mammals could live in its average climate. So it didn't really matter if you were a TundraTown citisen or a Sahara Square samaritan, or even part of the Rainforest District, you were comfortable enough to live there in the quaint humble abode that was the Forest District. Of course, that would be silly to call a place such as the Forest District 'quaint'. In fact, it was the opposite - it was a place for gang members to hangout and a place where the wasted could get down an dirty behind broken an abandoned warehouses. It was more of a place for the misfit predators, or at least that's how Nick described it to Judy one day when she'd been curious about why he lived in such a rundown area while they'd been sorting through files in his apartment room.

"Well - it's affordable for one thing," He stated while reclining deeper into the hard, worn fabric of the sofa, glancing down at a thin stack of files he was sifting through in his dark auburn hands.

"And...that's it? There's no other reason for why you'd ever want to live in such a crummy excuse for a piece of cra-"

"My..mother lives in a retirement home for the elderly just a couple of blocks from here."

"Oh..."

Silence filled the room for a second, only the occasional movement of physical bodies or paper being shifted was the only noise heard from miles within the spacious apartment.

A slight cough escaped the vulpine's mouth before he could stop himself. It was fake and entirely useless trying to cover up the noise considering that he had a rabbit in his living room...so..pretty pointless action there.

"What is it?" Judy asked questionably curious. She hadn't asked any more questions about the neighborhood he lived in, figuring it was a sensitive subject and decided to drop it an wait till he was ready to talk to her about it some more. She honestly hadn't even thought he would say anything else about the subject and that he'd drop it all together but there he was sitting down on the couch an basically summarising the conditions of the Forest District.

"It's basically like half Sahara Square an half of TundraTown since this is the only District not affected by the different climates of the seasons," Nick explained as best he could - or at least from what his mother had told him at a younger age, "The place is rundown because not that many people care for this District and they have a perfectly good reason not to."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Judy asked skeptically, crossing her arms over the small of her chest, "I mean it is rundown an could use some much need decoration but most of the neighborhoods we passed just to get to your apartment weren't even that bad. The people looked nice-"

"Because I'm a cop, Carrots. They're not going to hurt me," The fox had stated while writing something down on one of the many files they were sorting through; a bunch of convenient robberies had occurred in downtown areas in Sahara Square and TundraTown an it all seemed to be connected to some mysterious e-mails sent to each individual owner under the name: Cloverfield. (haven't even see the damn movie an I'm already in love with it...) Now all they had to do was find someone with that last name - well, that's what they were doing at first until Judy suddenly came up with the theory that the anonymous mammal lived on a street called Cloverfield.

So now they were at Nick's apartment sorting through as many files as possible to find the culprit.

"Anyways," Nick said getting back on track to his original conversation, "Most predators, like myself, are ridiculed an shunned in many parts of Zootopia and none of the districts seem to be very keen on having us around like weasels, cats- the smaller pedigree kind, foxes, doesn't even matter which fox, ferrets, stoats, you name em'. They'll name down all of our 'colorful' stereotypes an go on an on an on about how we're nothing but untrustworthy freak-a-lots, cheesy name I know,...then they'd proceed to kick us out the building, literally, an so you're either homeless - or, you're making your way to the Nocturnal District. Or in this case, the Forest District."

Ever since Nick had explained the ins an outs of the district, Judy had refrained from ever even attempting to go back there; unless Nick was with her of course.

"I'm a cop, Carrots. They're not going to hurt me."

Well..true. She was a cop so technically there was nothing they could do to hurt her less they wanted to spend some time in prison for aggravated assault against an officer. But the point still stood its ground firmly; there were pickpockets there!, an not to mention thugs, gangs, those ruthless homeless people who would kill just to get food or money an had been completely an utterly deprived of their sanity years ago. Shuddering, the rabbit breathed in deeply through her nose before standing up an placing her phone in her side pocket before heading out the door, a steely determined look on her face as she walked out into the cool, refreshing, night air.

First stop, Forest District...