Zootopia Police Department ZPD
SOUND OF GUNFIRE: Oak Street Secondary School, units O/S, stay away from area ^CLAW

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SHOOTING AT THE SCHOOL..THIS IS SCARY

Zootopia News Network ZNN
Breaking: Shooter "with long gun" at high school. Many injured and dead.

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They just shot a cop #OakStreetSS

The ear-splitting staccato continued. The shooter, backing into the kitchen made full use of his hostage as a shield. He fired round after round in rapid succession. Nick followed, bounding from cover to cover. The shooter disappeared around a corner, letting off a final burst of gunfire. The hostage dropped limply.

Nick ran to the hostage and checked for a pulse. "Wilde to all units, the shooter's exited through a door in the kitchen, the hostage is dead!" Nick quickly assumed a position on one side of the door. "Stacking left."

There was a pause as he waited for Judy to follow. Then, there was panic.

Nick rushed back into the cafeteria and found Judy on the ground, gasping and wheezing. Her paws, pressed to her abdomen, were were covered in blood. Her eyes were fixed and wide with fear.

"Wilde to Bogo, officer down!"

"Hundt to Wilde, what's going on?"

The double doors burst open. Nick spun to face them, gun levelled. Two officers entered with rifles. "Police!" they shouted in unison. The officers entered moving along separate walls. Nick lowered his pistol. One officer, a hippo, rushed to Nick's side. "How bad is it?" he asked.

"I don't know." Nick was pressing his paw to a wound on Judy's torso. A discarded gauze wrapper lay beside him.

"Check. We'll cover."

Nick began undoing Judy's vest. She pushed him away.

"Judy, I need to check under your vest for wounds."

"Bogo to Wilde, where are you? Respond."

"Wilde to Bogo, I'm with Higgins in the cafeteria. Judy has multiple gunshot wounds, she needs EMS right now."

"Bogo to Wilde, leave her."

"Wilde to Bogo, negative, she's hit badly!"

"Bogo to Wilde, LEAVE HER! Follow your training. Bogo out."

The two officers who entered began advancing into the kitchen. "You need to leave her, Wilde."

"She's my partner!" spat Nick.

"Forget it. Where did the shooter go?"

Gunfire sounded. The hippo and his partner rushed out the kitchen door. Nick made another attempt at undoing Judy's vest. He tossed the tattered kevlar aside. Blood was seeping out from under Judy's uniform. He needed his knife. He fumbled along his belt. Judy was fading away. He clawed into Judy's clothes and ripped them apart. Judy wheezed. Her chest was rising unevenly. A gurgling noise came from beneath. Nick's paws trembled in anxiety.

Follow your training, he thought.

He dug his paws into Judy's fur dragged along her torso, feeling the texture of the skin underneath. Judy grabbed his wrist. There was the hidden wound. Reaching into his vest pouch, he found that he was out of dressings. As he reached into Judy's vest, her grip relaxed. Her paw slid away from his wrist.

"Bogo to Hundt, SITREP."

"Hundt to Bogo, second floor, there's a blood trail going to room 216."

"Bogo copies. Bogo to Higgins, SITREP."

"Higgins, first floor, room 130. Multiple DOA, spent cartridges, small calibre."

"Copy. Bogo to Spitz, SITREP."

"Shots fired! Third floor!"

"Bogo to all units, shooter is on the third floor, out."

"Dispatch to Bogo, Tactical is 40 minutes away. Heavy traffic."

"Bogo to Dispatch, contact Tri-Burrows and Deerbrooke. Tell them we need more units, we have mass casualties."

It was the most dreadful feeling in the world when Nick felt Judy go slack beneath him.

In the midst of Nick's efforts, Judy had stuffed her carrot pen under his belt. Her bloody paw-prints clung to its sides. Nick locked his paws together and began pressing on Judy's chest. He counted compressions aloud and stopped when he reached thirty. He pressed his mouth to hers and huffed. He checked her pulse. Nothing. He started again, counting in his head this time. At thirty he stopped. Judy, mouth open, laid limply beneath him.

"Spitz to Bogo, I'm shot, third floor-"

Nick locked his paws together and began pressing again.

Thirty compressions. He stopped and huffed into her mouth again. No response.

She was dead. He needed to stop the shooter. He mouthed it to himself, panting. Stop the shooter. Nick rose to his feet. "Everyone..." he paused, breathless. "Everyone in the cafeteria, if you can move, follow me." Gunfire sounded from elsewhere in the school. In a flash, Nick's weapon was in his paw. As a procession of mammals fled through the fire exit in the kitchen, the sound of sirens and helicopters filtering in from the doors, Nick went through the doorway where the shooter exited.

The doorway lead to a common area of the school. He moved past an array of lockers, shoulders low, head down.

Nick kicked something on the ground while moving. As he moved away, the object vibrated, then illuminated. "Mom" appeared on the surface of the object, a surface that was now cracked from the force of being kicked across the ground.

It lay there, buzzing among the books and papers strewn across the ground, and wounded mammals slowly dying. The object made the only other noise among pained and frightened whimpers. A few moments passed before the object stopped vibrating, and its glow faded away.

Nick entered a stairwell. He let the fire door latch itself shut behind him.

"Higgins to Bogo, do we have a 20 on the shooter?"

"Bogo to Higgins, negative."

"Hundt to Bogo, I've got four unresponsive casualties. I'm going to try to bring them out."

"Bogo to Hundt, negative! Leave them and find the fucking shooter!"

"Fatal funnel." He remembered the phrase from training. Stairs, hallways, alleys, and doorways were all fatal funnels. His heart pounded. He moved slowly up the first flight of stairs, then stopped in the middle of them. There was a body on the second floor. It was a police officer. He approached cautiously with a finger on the trigger, ready to fire. He crouched to examine the body. The name tag of the downed officer read: "D. Spitz."

"Wilde to Bogo-"

Nick saw a blur of movement through the window of the door to the second floor. Nick wrenched it open. He turned and levelled his weapon at the fleeing mammal.

"Stop! Police!"

Two shots rang out in reply. Nick returned fire and ducked back into the stairwell. He crouched and peeked out into the hallway. The shooter made a turn in the middle of the hall, and disappeared. Nick gave chase.

"Wilde to Bogo, shots fired! In pursuit!"

Nick slowed approaching the corner and made a circular motion around it, exposing himself increments at a time. As he came into view, gunfire erupted, sending shards of debris flying from the corner of the wall. Nick dumped his magazine down the hall. He retreated back around the corner and reloaded, before crouching, and taking aim again. A rifle clattered to the floor behind the next corner. A voice shouted:

"All right! I give up!"

Nick remained in position. "Show me your paws!"

"You shot me! I surrender!"

"Show me your paws!"

The shooter popped into view levelling a pistol. Nick fired two shots. The shooter disappeared behind cover. Nick kept his gun trained on the corner. A moment passed before he realised the shooter had moved. Cautiously, Nick emerged and advanced down the hall. He turned the corner and found a blood trail. Fox blood. Nick followed at a brisk clip. Each room in the hall had an alcove before its door, each one a potential hiding spot for the shooter. Nick briefly slowed at each one, checking for ambushes. As he approached the next corner, a long tubular object was thrown from the other side. There was a flash; a bang; a massive cloud of smoke. Nick was thrown off his feet. "God damn!" A cacophonous series of explosions erupted, and red hot embers shrieked from the chaos. Nick scrambled backwards. The explosions finished as he found cover in an alcove.

"Wilde to Bogo, he's throwing fireworks! I'm on the second floor, I need backup!"

Nick heard a fire door close around the corner. He sprung from cover, rounding the corner, coming face to face with the doors. Gunfire sounded from beyond. Nick burst through the doors, rounded another corner, and encountered the glass wall dividing the school's library from the hall. Behind it, a figure in a black trenchcoat walked along a table, screams filtering through the glass as he shot the mammals hiding beneath.

The figure spun around as he heard the library door open. "Police!" shouted the mammal entering. He sprinted away from the table towards the bookshelves. The police officer gave chase. From behind the bookshelves, the shooter leaned out of cover and fired. Chunks of material from a pillar sprayed outward as the police officer retreated behind it. The shooter leaned out to fire another volley, but a burst of gunfire from the officer forced him back behind his bookshelf. He considered leaning out again, but the crack of wood splintering beside his head was too dissuasive. There was a lull in the gunfire. He leaned out to take a shot. He never noticed the patter of feet coming from the other side. Two gunshots. He dropped to the ground. The carpet began soaking in his blood. A foot kicked his weapon away. The air was thick was smoke and dust. Mammals, meek as sheep, cowered between bookshelves, under tables, and under desks.

In the open, there were bodies, haemorrhaging and motionless.

Under tables, there were wounded, and there were dead.

The worn grey carpet was soaked in their blood.

Nick was frozen, transfixed on the creature before him. His finger was still wrapped around the trigger, his weapon aimed squarely at the creature's head. Limbs stiff, the creature made a terrible wheeze. Nick's paws began to shake. A moment passed, then Nick holstered his pistol. He knelled and found a pack of gauze in his pocket. He pressed it onto the dying creature's wounds. The creature feebly struggled underneath him.

Some time passed, and the struggling faded away, replaced by motionlessness. Nick slowly realised that this motionlessness was death.

His paws turned sticky as the other fox's blood dried. He slowly removed his paws from the dead fox's wounds, and pressed the button on his shoulder mic.

"Wilde to Dispatch. Second floor library..."

The shooter's dead eyes stared blankly at him.

"Suspect down."

Mark Lapin Knight5606
Anti-predation is codeword for anti-predator!