I've had a story idea for this for a while and I wanted to give it a try.
This is my first story, so the writing may not be very good!
A Madness Combat x Zootopia Fanfic
After the events of Madness Combat 11, Hank finds himself in a new world that n...
By instinct, he started running again. The downed officers that he had pummelled might soon get back up and he wanted to be as far away from that forsaken police station as possible when that happened. Despite this, he still felt the ambience around him. Thousands of eyes staring onto him, none of them showing a clear positive emotion. Nobody would forget the act he had done so easily, and he knew that. He had decided to take his chances. He had decided to resort to violence.
He had decided to make himself known to the world, whether he wanted to or not.
Sprinting past the initial crowd, he ran upon the grass area and sprinkled his feet through the fountain, then onto the further pavement, pushing any animals out of his path that were unfortunate enough to be where they were in the moment.
He still wasn't sure where to go. His main goal had been to find someone or something that could help him get back to Nevada, but he hadn't done or found anything that would lead him closer this goal. It seemed like the constant reminder so of this world and the police kept taking him back away from his objective, making him constantly land back in square one.
He quickly dashed round a corner in an alleyway, freaking out more animal bystanders, this time a pig with her son and a moose.
As expected, more police sirens could be heard in the near distance, trying to pinpoint his current location. He had already seen many other grunts do this in Nevada. He took a sharp turn onto the corner of an alleyway and hid in a nearby trashcan. Soon the roar of the police wheels zoomed past his field of hearing
Once he was sure the coast was clear, he hopped out of the can and peeled a banana skin that had gotten stuck to his jacket off. Before anything else, he removed his cat disguise. No point in using it now that the city would be alerted of him whether he looked like an animal or not.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Now, it was time to keep moving. Staying in one place for too long would allow the police to pinpoint his location.
He began walking once again through the alleyway, keeping his hearing sharp to any approaching animals. His paranoid mind kept telling him there were enemies approaching from everywhere, and it was starting to become increasingly harder to tell where he was going. This stupid animal society kept becoming more and more unbearable. Sticking its nose where it didn't belong and then slowing him down in so many ways. Despite that, he still barely knew anything place besides the fact that animals were sentient and flourishing.
Before carrying on with these thoughts, he heard a few footsteps nearby. Keeping his body close to the walls of the alleyways around the houses he was moving through. The footsteps kept getting closer and closer, before getting lower and lower and vice versa. Hank soon stopped worrying about them due to this.
This proved to be a mistake, as soon enough, he turned a corner and bumped into another a animal. It was a grey male dog with his fur a bit messy on his tail and upper head. Time seemed to stand still. Then, quick as a flash, the mercenary reached for his MP5 and aimed it straight at the wolf.
