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 targets took cover behind the burning log beside the thick black smoke. I trained my sights on them, ensuring they wouldn't escape this time.
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I reassembled the rifle's nano-particles to form a shorter barrel for close quarters in case the situation escalated. I fired another loud warning shot at the adjacent tree to keep the enemy pinned down and prevent them from retaliating. Poor Judy's ears were so big that her tiny bunny paws couldn't cover them.
I kept my rifle aimed and ready to fire. There was a lot of smoke left over from the vaporized tree, so I couldn't get a complete visual of their identities.
The smoke began to clear. After the gentle breeze dispersed the vapor of ashes, I could see them better.
I observed any sudden movements...
But they wouldn't move.
Wait a minute...
...they were...
...wolves?
They were black-furred wolves...
...but not the wild ones found back at home.
Both wore casual hiking clothes, had backpacking gear, and appeared to be a young couple. I was towering over them, my weapon still drawn, and I had my sights trained on their heads. I tried to get a good look at their eyes but noticed that they were not red. Their eyes were full of pure innocence and immense fear, for they thought I was going to take away their life. The black wolves were tightly embracing each other as if it were the final moments before death, which caused me to feel intertwined emotions of confusion and growing guilt.
The situation felt so odd because it was all reversed. I should've been the one fearing wolves, but instead, they were fearing me, and the tables have turned. They tightly tucked in their tails, their ears were droopy, and their countenances were heavy with fright. I may not have had claws or fangs, but I had the firepower to finish them off with one trigger pull.
I looked around their immediate area and noticed a couple of things. First, there were tiny red fragments scattered along the ground, but it wasn't anyone's blood. After closer inspection, I realized they were only a pair of red sunglasses shattered by the blast, something they wore before my shot grazed them. That explains why I confused them with Seraphim; they were all black and seemingly had red visors. No, just black fur and red sunglasses. Luckily for them, my shot didn't kill them and narrowly passed before their very eyes. Second, there was a burning picnic basket with scorched food items spilled all over the place, and the only thing I could make out was the crumbled muffins and crushed fruit covered in ash particles.
My helmet's HUD classified these wolves as a threat and warned me of imminent danger, but this world was different. These wolves were not aggressive, despite me attacking them first. Judy finally caught up from behind and placed her paws over her mouth in absolute fear over what I had just done.
