Zootopia: The Story Of Fictionopolis

Chapter 15: Ride The Rails

Nightfall

It was pitch black, but at least the stars looked pretty. My friends and I trudged along the bank of the Colorado River, making sure that we all stayed hidden in the foliage. One problem stood out however. We were all hungry and exhausted, to be fair we did just walk 45 miles from our starting point without taking a break and it had been 10 hours so I really couldn't blame any of my friends for looking miserable, but what could we do. None of us packed any food which The was only one solution.

"Guys." I said. They all slowly turned to me. "We need food."

"Y'think." Guzma grumbled and so did his stomach.

"What should we a-do about it." Mario asked. I turned me head to face the interstate. We had only ventured three miles from Glenwood Springs so, unfortunately, there weren't very many places that would provide proper sustenance. That was until I spotted it.

Their, on the other side of the road was a gas station. Gas stations also double as convenient stores. And what do convenient stores have?

FOOD!

I pointed my finger towards the building.

"There's a gas station over their, they always have food." I announced.

"But, it's on the other side of the road mate." Wallace said.

"There is no way I'm crossing a busy highway, we all nearly died last time we did that!" Guzma stammered. The others nodded in agreement.

Indeed, we were all close to being roadkill. Though, in all fairness, we probably killed someone from the pileup we caused. Nevertheless, somebody had to go or we would all starve before we even made it halfway to Groom Lake.

"Fine, then I'll go by myself." I said as I made my way to the shoulder of the road. "Wish me luck."

"Trust me you'll need." Guzma muttered. I just rolled my eyes.

I stared hard at the busy road. Cars and trucks thundered by just feet away from me, I gulped. Then, like a mad man, I dashed across the road. The result was immediate, vehicles swerved to avoid me while I dodged frantically to avoid them. Thankfully it seemed that every fictional god was smiling at me because the next thing I knew I was standing on the other side of the interstate completely unscathed.

"Phew." I sighed in relief. I had to cross another street to get to the gas station but that was easier than the interstate. And their it was, right in front of me, the holy grail of road trip junk food. It was beautiful, but that was probably because I was thinking with my stomach. Man was I hungry.

I causally walked inside acting as any human being. That was the neat part about being genetically modified from a human, you look just like them. Anyways I grabbed whatever seemed good. Gummy worms, trail mix, Cheetos, a couple chocolate bars, chips, Chex-mix, and even some water bottles. I walked up the the counter with the stuff in hand.

"Well it seems like you colleagues have an appetite." The clerk said.

"Uh, yeah they've been working hard...fixing up the...bridge." I said uncomfortable.

"Funny, I don't remember about the bridge needing repairs." The clerk said incredulously. I began to sweat.

"Well...we just got started, but, uhhhh...bridge renovation takes a lot out of you...y-y'know." I stammered. The clerk looked at me funny.

"Right. Anyway that will be $25.85." He said. I hastily through my pockets to find my wallet. Once a found it I scraped out any money that was in it. It handed over to clerk, hopefully not noticing me clammy hands.