Zootopia: The Story Of Fictionopolis

Chapter 13: Journey To I-70

(Trevor's P.O.V)

"Well that's two hours of my life I'll never get back." Guzma grumbled crossly.

"Hey! I hardly know this place so how was I supposed to know I was holding the map up-side down this whole time." I stammered back.

"To be a-fair you are the leader of-a this a-team." Mario said.

"Come on. It's not that bad if you think about it." I said. Though I still kinda felt guilty for already butchering our progress.

Flashback

"We're supposed to climb THAT!" Guzma shouted in disbelief, eyeing the towering mountain before them.

"Afraid so, unfortunately." I said.

We were all standing at the foot of Red Mountain. As the map said, it was one of the highest points in Colorado. at a staggering 12,890 feet, this was the tallest mountain in the San Juan Mountains.

"Well, better start climbing." Wallace said enthusiastically.

"Please a-tell me there's better route-a." Luigi said shakily.

"Nope." I said.

Everyone groaned except Wallace who was already scaling up the mountain. Eventually, we all followed suit. About an hour in I looked at the map again to see if we were on the right track, then I realized.

"Oh." I said, I hint of regret in my tone.

"What is it." Stitch asked.

"We. May have took a wrong turn." I said shyly.

"On the mountain?" Wallace asked.

"No, in-fact we don't need to climb the mountain after all." I said hesitantly.

"Everyone looked at me with...different...expression. Mario and Luigi looked absolutely shocked, Wallace and Gromit deadpanned, Stitch looked confused, and Guzma and Melmetal looked absolutely cross.

I laughed a little, a bit uncomfortable with myself.

"How about we just...head back down the mountain so we can revise our plan." I said hurriedly.

Nobody said anything, instead the just walked past me back down the mountain. I followed after them.

"They are so going to kill me for this"

End of Flashback

"On the bright side, at least we all know were going the right way." I said trying the lighten the mood.

No one responded. It was clear they weren't really happy with me at the moment and who would blame them they just wasted two hours going the wrong direction to save people they don't even know. For a solid 45 minutes there was utter silence as we venture through the heavy woods hearing the roaring from distant vehicles.

We were along CO-82, a country road not far from Aspen. I came to the thorough discovery that CO-82 connected to Interstate 70 about 35 miles away, which then connected to Interstate 15 in Utah, which THEN leads to Las Vegas, and then finally an 80 mile walk towards Groom Lake Air Force Base, the place the Z.P.D is being held captive. So that's what the plan is, find I-70.

"Why do you care about those guys so much." I heard Guzma ask.

"Well, there cops, there relatable, they know what it's like be the one to keep a city in check. Also, the helped me take down the Hydreigon that was destroying the farmers' market." I monologued.