On the Border of Adventure City
2 weeks after Zuma was arrested
Rocky was walking down the trail they had walked down a few weeks ago. He soon reached the end of the trail. It was the same breathtaking view of the city that Zuma had shown him; everything was visible. Rocky looked down and pulled out a photo of Zuma from his jacket.
"Why did i leave him? I should've stayed behind." Rocky said to himself, even though it was Zuma who told him to run Rocky always blamed himself for his capture, He always told himself that if he stayed behind and helped him maybe Zuma would still be around and not trapped in a prison waiting for the day he either escaped or died.
After a few more minutes of just staring at the photo, Rocky turned around and started walking down the trail again. Soon, he arrived at the park and sat down on the nearest bench. He looked to his left, hoping to see Zuma sitting next to him; however, he didn't.
"Rocky?" Rocky heard someone say his name, he turned around and saw Marshall walking towards him.
"Oh hey Marshall." Rocky said to him, Marshall looked at his face and noticed he had been crying.
"Are you okay?" Marshall asked him.
"Yeah." Rocky responded.
"Are you sure?" Marshall asked him (again).
"Yes I'm fine Marshall." Rocky replied, getting more annoyed.
"Rocky if something's wrong you can tel-"
"I'M FINE!" Rocky yelled at the dalmatian, Marshall jumped back startled from the loud noise.
"al-alright." Marshall said to him before walking away.
Rocky stood there in silence, staring at Marshall as he walked away. After a few seconds, the anger faded away, and he started feeling bad for yelling at him. Rocky sat back down on the bench and started thinking about Zuma again.
"Hey Wocky."
"Yeah Zuma?"
"Do you have any plans fow what you'll do in the futuwe?"
"No, I haven't spent much time thinking about it."
"Oh Alwight."
"Why do you ask?"
"No weason."
He constantly replayed the conversation he had with Zuma in his head. after five more minutes, he got up and started walking back to the apartment.
30 minutes later
Rocky entered the apartment and then walked over to the fridge, where he grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He then walked to his room. Chase looked over at him.
"What are you doing?" Chase asked him.
"Drinking." Rocky responded before entering his room and shutting the door.
Rocky went to his desk and opened the bottle of whiskey; he just sat there with the bottle open, staring into space, for the longest time. He was thinking about the mission that had ended in Zuma's capture.
"The response time was way too quick for someone to have just called them. someone had to have ratted to the ACPD that we'd be there." Rocky said to himself, he wanted to believe none of his friends would betray them. Then someone came to mind.
"Claw, he was the one that gave us the mission! That must've been why he sounded nervous." Rocky said to himself, he then looked over at a photo of all of the pups on the wall, he went over to it and put his paw over Zuma.
"If I- No, When I get you out of there, We're getting our revenge."