A human soldier from a doomed futuristic civilization traverses through the fabrics of space and time to flee mankind's imminent extinction, only to stumble upon Zootopia - a diverse world unlike any other. Namely, an antiquated society filled with...
The kind of silence that doesn't belong in a city like Zootopia.
The air grew colder by the minute.
A tightness formed in my chest, growing with each breath, each second, each shadow. Something was wrong. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.
I looked up at the night sky, searching for anything out of place. Anything at all.
But there was nothing.
No ships.
No lights.
No movement.
Just an empty sky staring back at the city. Yet something felt terribly wrong.
Then things began to change.
Darkness descended over the city like a shroud.
Streetlights dimmed.
Windows blinked out.
Entire buildings fell dark in perfect, unnatural silence.
One by one, the familiar landmarks vanished into the black—skyscrapers collapsing into silhouettes, the glowing billboards flickering out mid-advertisement, Gazelle frozen in a silent pose before dissolving into nothing.
Even the monorails—always humming, always moving—let out a dying whine before grinding to a stop somewhere in the distant dark.
The heartbeat of the city... stopped.
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Around me, mammals began to panic in droves.
Phones were dead.
Cars wouldn't start.
Every bus, tram, and rail—gas or electric—had fallen silent.
Above us, the faint whine of dying aircraft and news choppers cut through the dark... then vanished, replaced by distant crashes that echoed through the city like falling stars.
The pulse of civilization had stopped in an instant, as if the world had slipped backward into its primal age.
Everything was swallowed in near-total darkness, broken only by the faint, natural glow of the night sky. Mammals stumbled blindly, shouting for loved ones, tripping over curbs, reaching for walls—trying to navigate a city they had never truly seen without light.
Even the nocturnal mammals struggled. Years of relying on artificial brightness had dulled their instincts; their pupils widened in fear, not adaptation.
I stayed hidden, not wanting to add to the fear. These poor mammals had already seen enough in the last forty-eight hours.
But none of that mattered when a sudden, deafening explosion erupted in the distance.
