Here's a quick update for everyone who's following this story and was interested in its sequel:
Zootopia: Divided is now started!
A few quick things to address some of the things I know people were concerned with before:
- Nick and Judy will be the total focus. Ocs are present but they will not take the spotlight; at worst, they'll share the spotlight but remain behind our dynamic duo.
- I'll be improving the realism, so the sequel isn't as ridiculous as the first story.
- I'll also be trying to make the reading more coherent, especially during action scenes, so it's less easy to be confused.
- And finally, this is where the WildeHopps ship will really set sail.
Now that all that's out of the way, I hope you all enjoy Divided as much as or more than you did A New Face in Town. And, in order to follow the site rules...
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Nick was in a panic. He knew he shouldn't be, but he was. He couldn't hear a thing save the ringing in his ears, and it was hard to see with the bright light and dust in his eyes. But he could still smell, and what he smelled was the source of his panic: smoke, and singed fur.
"Judy!" he called out, desperate to hear something, though his voice sounded faint even to his ears. As it faded, making it possible for him to hear something once again, he called out a second time. "JUDY!"
"Nick!"
That was her. She sounded distant, but the fox couldn't tell if that was due to his ears still ringing, or her own distance.
Wiping at his eyes, the fox looked around desperately, taking a step forward and collapsing to one knee as something caught his foot. "Judy!" He shouted again.
"Nick!" She sounded closer this time. The fox looked up, blinking his eyes to clear them, able to make out indistinct shapes. A gray and blue blob, illuminated by a bright orange and yellow light. Arms wrapped around him and Nick felt himself topple backwards, and he almost instinctively wrapped his arms around the bunny that had tackled him.
He let out a gasp of relief, hugging Judy closer to him. "J-Judy, you're alright?"
"Yes, I'm alright," the rabbit replied. "But what about you? Are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah, I think I'm good," Nick breathed back. He tried to sit up, Judy shifting off of him and helping lift the fox to a sitting position. "Agh, but my ears," he groaned, clasping his paws over the still-ringing appendages.
"Even my ears are ringing," Judy said, crouching down to be eye level with her fox. "I'm just glad you're alright. But we need to get moving, Nick."
"I know," he groaned, shifting to clamber to his feet.
The radio at his shoulder crackled to life, a distorted voice coming through. "Nick, Judy, you two need to move – that explosion attracted a lot of attention!"
Just as the voice went quiet, the cold air was split with a resounding crack, and the ground beside Nick exploded. With a yelp, he shoved himself and Judy against the remains of the car beside him. The fox and rabbit glanced to one another, passing along a single unspoken word of the threat:
Sniper!