Alright guys, Legend here, and as requested, a second chapter. This story will be kept clean all the way through, so NO SEX! You dirty people.

Thanks you guys for the great reviews, I appreciate it.

I Do not own any of Disney or their creation of Zootopia. All characters are the property of Disney.

Without farther adu...

The soft pitter patter of the rain went unnoticed, the day was cloudy, and cast a natural gloomy tone. The room was gray and cold, but that too was nothing of note. The frigid glass of the window fogged up. The insulation in the room was weak, a small draft blew, causing a small whistle to be heard in the room every minute or so. The room smelled slightly. Articles of clothing were tossed in the corner; laundry hadn't been done for the past 3 days. The smell of dirt and sweat ran together, though, it wasn't a fresh soil smell, but an empty dust smell; the kind that makes one cough and sneeze. Food sat at a small desk, molding slowly and cold from sitting out for days. It was just a carrot and some celery, the carrot was glazed with honey and butter, all of which was seasoned with a bit of FoxPoint. The desk was littered with pens and papers. There was a gray lamp, covered with bunnies, but the bulb had burnt out, causing a black spot of carbon to form in the inside. The papers sat by morbidly without the light shining on them. Reports day's old gathered dust, as the letters sitting on the floor did the same. Luckily, the world hadn't stopped, the mail kept flowing, the weather kept changing, but for Judy, nothing had moved.

She sat on her bed, or the poor excuse of a bed. The cot like structure that held her was a jumble of cloth. Sheets were thrown about, and hung off the thin mattress onto the floor. Her pillow was ripped. It was a gift from Nick; he had left it when he stayed the night. He never bothered to collect it; instead, he used it as an excuse to randomly show up at her door. Judy didn't know how it came to be damaged; it could have happened when her apartment was searched, or she could have torn it in grief driven anger.

The funeral happened two days ago, and he had died 3 days before that. After news of the incident reached the authority's, she was immediately given time off. The police force felt sorry for her, and cared for her safety; that's what they had told her. They had taken all her weapons, and confiscated anything lethal form the apartment. But deep down, Judy knew that they just didn't want to have a mentally unstable bunny with them, didn't want a potential threat beside them.

When she had gotten home, she took a shower, cleaned the blood of her paws, and warmed up some dinner, though she wasn't hungry. She knew she had to take her mind off of what had transpired, but in trying to remove herself, she dug herself in deeper. Locking herself in her thoughts, her sadness. Her mind driving itself into self-blame and leading herself to believe she was the sole cause of the murder.

The rain slowly picked up, thunder rumbled in the distance. The wind has died down a little, causing the whistle to decrease pitch. Judy didn't hear the whistle or the vibrating window; she didn't feel the vibrations from the thunder. She couldn't feel the cold. For sitting in one place for days, she wasn't sore, hungry, or in need to relive herself. Her body had maintained a beautiful stasis in her enigma of grief and emptiness.

Another letter slid underneath the door, but it still went unnoticed. Judy was deep in thought.

For the first few hours of pain, she was drenched in her own tears, unable to form thoughts and words, nothing was perceivable. The first two days, Judy recalled everything she had done with Nick, every kiss he had given her, every time they had ate together, and everything they had said to each other. On the third day, she thought about getting revenge for the false info she was given, she had let it roll in her mind and rot in her core, she wanted revenge for everything, but that only lead to more suffering and tears. Her hate turned to sadness, she wasn't one to get revenge, and Nick wouldn't want that. For the last two days, her mind was blank...drifting through an endless void. She would start to tear up from time to time, but she couldn't figure out why.

Her phone buzzed, her eyes darted to it. She smiled faintly as she thought about him. The look he always had when he had looked at his phone. How he would tease her by looking at it instead of her. He would laugh at random times, or he would frown and say he was sorry for something that had happened. But her phone was only powering down, finally dying.

Death

Her phones death set her over the edge once more; memories of his death flooded her mind. She could see the look on his face; it was engraved into her memory. When she looked on her paws, they were stained in blood again. She started to sob once more. Begging for Nick to be back, crying for him to return. She craved to hug him again. She wanted to rip her heart out due to her undying grief. She clutched the closes thing to her, and chucked it against the wall. It was a glass cup. The item shattered on impact, putting a hole in the wall. Shards of glass were imbedded into the thin drywall with peeling paint, causing several tiny holes look large. As she gazed at the wall, everything seemed to go black.

When she finally woke up, she was in a hospital. An I.V. sat imbedded in her arm. The room was dark; a slow beep rang out in the silence bestowed by the rest of the room. It was as though the room was devoted to being silent so that the one sound could ring out in a piercing tone. The tone pitched almost perfectly to pierce the delicate ear. As she listened, the piercing beep got slower. On her left was a clock, and some other medical equipment. The clock was a standard alarm clock, they ripe you would see in any dull shopping center. The time read 2:43 AM. On her right was a window, and a table. On the table sat a vase of flowers, and a card. The front of the card was a picture of Judy and Nick. She smiled at seeing the photo. It was the photo she took right after Nick had kissed her for the first time.

In the corner of the room on the right was a chair, it was empty...

She had hardly noticed, but the beeping had stopped, and everything went black again.

Thanks for sticking thought this with me guys, it has been a lot of fun. Please give me feedback on the story, I do plan to add another few chapters, I have thought through most of the plot, it will get more exiting soon, a little revenge, a little love, and more hard core emotions. Our beloved Nick isn't done in this story... Not yet