Ugh, it's 11:45 and I've been on flights for the past 10 hours.
On the plus side, I'm back at HQ.
Judy had stopped crying.
Albeit not by her own actions. She had gotten her mind together, managed to get past the mental image of Nick's lifeless body, and at this point, was in the hallway outside of the room she'd nearly died in.
It'd been painful, but the rabbit hadmanaged to drag herself and her tranq-gun out of the small, dirty roomand into a equally dirty hallway.
Hey, it's a start.
She has planned to crawl out of the room, down however many floors she was up (she had guessed around 5), and (hopefully) manage to get help.
But, she had failed to realize, at least until she reached the hallway,one major flaw in her plan;
Stamina, or at this point, the lack of it.
Rabbits like her-scratch that,especiallyher, usally had damn-near unlimited energy. But with abadly beaten body, and her snapped leg, her body was definitely not in a state to just walkout of the building.
She had adrenaline in her system, but almost all of it had been used up just keeping her eyes open in the minutesafter the thugs left.
So she took a break. She leaned up against a wall and took a moment tojust breathe.
And after a few minutes, she dragged herself through the hallway towards the stairwell.
She sat on the top step, which was large, which probably meant that it was for larger mammals. Her body wanted to, at that point, just sleep, but Judy knew what that meant; it wanted to die.
It made sense. She'd been bleeding rather heavily for a few minutes (at least untilshe'd wrapped her leg in a part of her uniform), not to mention that she'd been punched in the stomach multipletimes, and since her fragile body wasn't exactly
built for taking hits, it would be a while for her to fully regain her stamia.
But she soldiered on,determined to survive and make it out. Judy pulledherself down the large stairs, making sure to land on her good leg first. It took a while, but eventually she did make it to the bottom of the stairwell, to oh so happily find
that the other stairwell was on the other side of the floor.
This is gonna take a while.
But instead of heading the full distance of the floor to the next stairway, she headed in to one of the larger rooms, which she presumed was going to be a conference room, or perhaps a large office.
She went to one of the unfinished windows, and looked outside at the empty lot she'd entered earlier.
Her and Nick's police cruiser wasn't there, norwere thecars of the thugs from earlier. There weren't many houses nearby, but she knew shehopefullyget help at one of them.
She considered calling out for help, but she knew nobody would hear her from the floor shewas at (which actually turned out to be the 5th), and she'd be wasting her breath on calling.
She kept on thinking, sitting on the window ledge, when a sound ripped her from her thought. It was paws on the concrete, and they seemed awfully quiet, almostdeliberatelyquiet.
She hopped down from the window's ledge. Her mind told her that it was the thugs, that they'd seen her, that they were coming to finish the job. She moved towards adoor to what seemed like, more or less a closet.
The paws grew louder,indicating they had reachedher floor.
Judy began to panic. She pulled her self upwards, reaching for the door's handle.Of all of the rooms to have a door, this doorhad to be broken!She thought as the door unfortunately revealed it self to be broken, or at least
needing some pushing to open it.
She looked back at the doorway to make sure nobody had entered. It was shrouded in darkness, oddly enough, but it was evening, and it was the winter, so the sun seemed always be in a rush to go down.
She kept on pushing the door, using all of her strength to open it, and it barley budged. But this was enough for the rabbit, and she kept pushing.
She could hear the pawsteps growing even louder, appearing to now beoutsideof the room. She pushed even harder now, using every ounce of energy she had to get the damn door open.
Judy heard a step echothroughout the empty room, and she turned around, realizing her fate.
She couldn't actually see what was there, but she knew it couldn't be good. She could, however, hear. She heard damn-near savage-levels of snarling.
This, somehow, caused her to remember the tranq-gun she'd been carrying. "Stay back!" She said, pointing the gun at the source of the snarling. She didn't even knowwhat was snarlingat her, but it sounded angry, and dangerous.
The snarling moved forward some steps, revealing the outline of the muzzle from a fox.
Judy pulled the gun away slightly, questioning who this fox actually was. She didn't know any foxesother than Nick and Gideon, but hope had filled her then emotionally-empty body rather well.
"N-Nick?" At this point, she'd pushed the image of Nick's dead body out of her head, and she was hoping it could have been Nick, even if he was a savage beast. She just wanted to see him again, to hear his voice, to be able to tell him that she-
She was cut off when two red vertical slitsappeared where a fox's eyes usally were, her emotions changingfrom hope to fear inmilliseconds. She raised her tranq-gun red slits glowed evilly, and the snarling only grew louder.
And as a massive surprise to her, she heard a whimper,the two vertical slits disappeared, and the sound of paws stepping away filled the room.
Judy lowered her tranq-gun.Did I just imagine that?She placed the gun next to her. She recounted her breaths, calming herself down. I must have just imagined that, I should get more sleep.
Then, the fox, now appearing to be a red fox, looking similar to Nick, flew through the doorway. Judy tried to raise her gun, but as she did, the fox, now clearly savage, slapped the gun out of her paws, hitting it towards a far-off corner.
Judy pushed herself backwards, ignoring the immensepain it caused her. She slammed against the hard wall, checking left and right for any means of escape. She noted the fact that one of her legs was completely useless and that she was definitely not up
to her full potential.
Suffice to say, she had no means of escape, and she was probably going to die.
The fox stalked towards her, it's red eyes glowing even brighter than before. It snarled angrily, gainingdistance on itsprey. Judy pushed herself harder onto the wall.
Judyturned her head away and shut her eyes, hoping to miss the fox's pounce onto her neck. She was expecting it, to feel the cold claws on her chest, holding her down, the dread of feeling those ohso sharp teethon her neck,
and the immense pain of having her jugular vein rippedout violently.
She felt gentle paws on her body, and teeth on her the back of her neck, but no jugular vein was ripped out, and no immense pain seemed to come. Instead, she felt the teeth on the back of her neck pick her up, and she opened her eyes to findwho but theexact
fox who was snarling at her wasliterally picking her up by the scruff of her neck, and padding on all fours out of the doorway.
She struggled in the fox's bite, but she did feel like she was getting somewhere, and as the fox was heading down the 3rd floor stairs, she managed to get out of the fox's bite. She was just about to hit the floor when, in a quick motion, the fox pushed
her down with both paws and snarled at her out of what appeared to be rage.
Judy's eyes were wide. She thought before the fox looked like he was going to eat her, now hereallylooked like he was going to eat her. Judy tried to stop him as he flipped her over, but she was just too tired and too weak to stop him.
This time, he bit down on the scruff of her neck even harder, illiciting a cry from instantly the fox let go, and oddly enough, sniffed her neck, and not even seconds later, he bit on her neck again, albeit lighter, and picked her up again.
The sniffing was enough for Judy to tell that the fox wasn't, at least at that time, trying to eat her.
The walk down the building was quiet, with the occasional huff from the fox, and the occasional pained breath from Judy, which usally caused the fox to stop and check her over.
And finally, after what had felt like an eternity, she reached the front door she and Nick had entered from hours before.
But instead of bringing her outside, the fox kept her inside, and placed her down on the floor.
Judy tried to drag herself outside, but stopped when she felt a paw on her back. She turned around to find the fox, who had seemed to want to eat her, was giving her puppy dog eyes, pursed lip and all.
Even with those cold, evil slits of eyes, she really could not resist just to stay for a minute.It is cold outside,she thought, dragging herself towards the fox. And it wouldn't hurt to catch my breath, either.
And as she sat there with the fox, she took the time to look at the fox in detail.
He was wearing blackshorts and a pale blue t-shirt.A lot better than Nick,she thought.
She was beginning to look at his actions, which reminded her of Nick,when sirens began to fill the air. The fox seemed to notice this too, it's ears perking up. Judy looked at thefox, and the fox looked back at her, looks of uncertainty on their faces.
The fox, like earlier, gentlypicked Judy up by the scruff of her neck. She didn't mind it at this point, and let her body go limp. The fox didn't seem to notice this, and began to pad towards the empty doorway.
As she went through the doorway, she could hear the confused calls from ZPD officers.
"What the hell? What's that fox doing?"
"Holy shit, he's savage, look at his eyes!"
"Holy fuck!"
"I thought everyone got a vaccine for that!"
Judy remained limp. She didn't think they'd say what the officers yelled next.
"He's biting Officer Hopps!"
Judy began to open her eyes.
"Shoot him!"
Judy's eyes shot open in surprise.Did they really think he killed me?
She pushed herself out of the fox's bite, the fox opening its maw to let her out.
"Wait! It's okay, he didn't eat me! He's fine!" The rabbit tried to explain, but to no avail.
"What about your leg then?"
A chorus of safeties being undone filled the air.
The fox began to walkbackwards.
Judy began to sweat.
"Just don't shoot! I canexplain." She pleaded.
"I'm sorry Hopps, he's savage, we'll have to." One of the Officers, a brown wolf,informed her. She had become a bit of a legend in the ZPD, and her name was well known in most precincts. This was a good example.
Almost instantly after that,the wolf pointed his tranq-gun at the fox. The fox bolted back into the building, narrowly missing a dart flying in his direction.
There were officers by her side instantly, checking her over. They asked her questions, but she wasn't listening. She wanted to know who that fox was, and one question that managed to baffle her the most;
If he was savage, why didn't he kill me?
Alias's notes:I'm so done right now.
It's like 1 AM and I have school in 6 hours.
I'll fix this chapter later.
Anyways, Alias out!
Edit: I don't know why, but for some reason my words seem to get conjoined together.