Zootopia: Into Madness (Slow updates)

Chapter 11: Meeting (half-chapter)

(I took some time out of my studies to quickly write half of the next chapter for you readers since I was taking too long to write the it fully over time. Thank you all for your patience.)

The ever-growing presence of uneasiness loomed over Hank as he kept walking through the short entrance of the museum. What exactly was a building like this for? It had the charm and elegancy that he felt when he first saw the city from far away when he was still in the woodland he had woken up on.

Tall pillars were plentiful around the entrance and seemed to just barely being able to hold up the ceiling way above Hank's height. Turning their head to the left, they there stood a rather larger model of a an animal on top an inclined tree trunk. The animal had a face of ferocity, as if it was concentrating all of its rage onto what was in front of it, which currently was the mercenary. 

This wasn't how the animals had acted when he first saw them. What kind of history was this? It seemed like a polar opposite to his homeland, where it started in tranquillity to absolute madness.

Turning his body away from the figure, he decided to focus on finding somewhere to hide in he museum for the night, as that was the main reason he entered this place. Turning back to the direction of the entrance doors, he saw that the light of the outside world was starting to dim slightly, signifying that it was beginning to turn into dusk.

Walking further into the building. Hank's body started to feel weaker and tired, his nerves aching from all the shifts in his perspective on this world. Nevada was simple enough: violence and survival of the strongest. This world seemed to have what he had hated the most nowadays: morals

Waking up to strange familiar plants, to riding a train, exploring a shiny city with talking animals, getting ambushed by said animals, breaking out of the "police" building, having a conversation with a dog or wolf (he couldn't figure out which of the two it was) and now having to stay the night here, and it all happened in just the first day he was brought to this place. 

This world's only saving grace was that there was no Tricky or Auditor to deal with for once. And its food.

At least things wouldn't get anymore intense for today.

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The sun was now beginning to set and hide behind the unseen distance, allowing Hank to see the sunset as he sat on a windowsill with the window opened, his feet lazily hanging off the platform in the museum. The strange mixture of colours slightly blinding his eyesight, as his eyes took in yet another mixture of vibrant colours.

The mercenary kept trying to find anything to entertain himself (excluding the act of homicide), but currently couldn't find anything to do other than slowly cleaning his blade of some of his dust and dirt. However, his concentration was only slightly focused on his current pitiful attempt to to amuse himself, and was instead focused on still finding a way to get back to Nevada. This was a thought he had already thought of many time during today's field trip, but after getting a true feel of one of its location and police force, that goal seemed more distant than ever.

Sure, he was strong and agile, but he was also observant when he needed to. In Nevada, the Higher Powers or whatever looked over the land seemed to always be ready to revive him, and it got easy to learn grunt's attack patterns when you fought them over a hundred times, but this place had new residents that were already on bad terms with him, and he didn't know if the Higher Power's influence reached this area as well.

When he was still engulfed by darkness after his most recent death, he just wanted to come back to his old life and kick Tricky's behind , not this place! Who the hell even had the idea to have him appear here?

Putting his sword back in his place, Hank simply decided to call it a day and figure out his next steps tomorrow.

However, his body froze after he heard the sound of a firearm cocking right behind his head.

"Don't move" said a familiar feminine voice.