Chapter Summary
Warning: Written quickly, not beta'ed, and edits are not in depth. Will continue to edit and refine if I spot problems.
Judy Hopps stared at herself, her eyes a dull sheen, her fur greasy and patchy, and her stomach so empty.
Day nine hundred. Was it worth it to see nine hundred and one?
She still wore the old colors, High Vis Street Patrol gear. Her vest was more duct tape than kevlar, her pants and shirt more patch then cotton.
The gun she carried she had stolen from the evidence locker on day twenty, when Bogo let them all go...it was over he said.
There had been nothing left to hold on to, nothing left to protect. Find your families and run...that was what he said on the PA system...Clawhauser found him hanging by his belt a minute later.
A recording on his phone, so no one could have found him.
Without a doubt, he had the right idea, he had not lived to have to survive all...this...
Not like her...not like Nick. Judy Hopps looked to the other room, her little warren safe for now...Nick safe for now.
He wasn't safe though...he was quiet though...Judy slowly trudged towards Nick. Or what had been Nick.
Blank eyes looked up from where he had been collared, a bolt riveted to the bare concrete floor, and a muzzle locked on.
Snap!
He leaned forward, and tried to bite at her, unaware that he could not open his mouth, that his hands were zip cuffed behind him, that he had no hope.
Ho...all he was, was dead and hungry.
The infection had taken him, and now...now there truly was no going back. Judy leaned out, to touch his ear. The bite that got him. That notch mocked her.
"It will be okay Nick...it will be okay..." Judy whispered, as she crawled around him. He batted at her, his muzzled face dug into her shoulder. She hugged him close.
"Only dreams now..." She had no tears to give, everything had been spent. Her thumb cocked back the hammer.
BAM!
Nick Wilde opened his eyes, the sound of glass breaking, a body hitting the floor, and the lightening woke him up. Judy had been staying at his condo, had she slipped and hurt herself?
crash. crash. More glass breaking...
"Carrots?!" He called out as he stumbled out of bed, his boxers the only thing he wore. He scrambled downstairs. The living room was a mess, she must have taken a bad spill or something, but where was she?
A light from his kitchen. He padded over with haste, and found a disturbing sight. Judy was staring at a running faucet, a look of pure amazement in her eyes, and his chef's knife in her hand.
His fridge had been opened, it's contents laid bare.
"...nnnnickkk?" She mumbled as she turned to him, a dead look in her eyes. Those eyes put the fear of the divine and the unholy into him, a hellish deadness that did not belong on his friend's face.
"Carrots...Judy...what's-what's going..." Nick resolved a action plan, if she charged, he would try to control the knife and nothing else...
Judy shivered. "tttthhheree'ssss waater.'
Her words were slurred, was she having a stroke? A psychotic break? Silent tears formed in her eyes. She dropped the knife...and then she dropped herself.
"Judy!" Nick cried as she collapsed into a limp pile. He ran to her.
What the fuck just happened?