Zootopia Humans Novels & Stories

I decided it best to leave that conversation for somewhere outside the workplace. “This is Herman,” Jesse announced, introducing his furry friend. The little raccoon had a bushy ringed tail, with the blackest band of fur around his eyes, just like a mask. “He’s so cute!” I squealed. “Yeah. We’re trying to rehabilitate the little guy. The zoo receives hundreds of orphaned and injured wild animals every year. We do our best to fix them all up and release them back out into the wild as soon as we can so they don’t become too dependent on humans or lose their

She was dead tired and thirsty as it was very hot in that area. She saw a small spring in the distance among the bushes. She quickly went there and had some water. It was a little bit higher than the road, so she could see everything that happened on the road. She suddenly saw a long wood across the road and wondered about the reason. “I didn't see any wood just before. Who did that work?” she wondered. In a split second, a car stopped in front of it. She could see that a man was surrounded by some people after a thunder-like gunshot.

His name is Ariel Montes and the vice-captain of the team. Seven men looked outside with a telescope on their hands. They were frightened when a high school girl slowly walked on the crowd zombie. They sighed and put down their telescope as they felt sorry for the girl because they already outcome of the girl if once she was spotted by the zombie. They will surround her and eat her alive. "HEY! HEY! LOOK! FASTER!" one of the seven men exclaimed loudly to his comrades to look outside again. His name is Zeke Santos and the sniper of the team.

Ziva cracked an eye open from her slumber and muttered, “You don’t have to worry about those kinds of things on land. Stupid hairless mice building sky boxes. No wonder they all die so easily.” “Ziva, what did we just talk about? You can’t compare humans to mice. It’s rude and hurtful since I’m half human.” “But there are so many of them and mice taste good.” Her tail swished irritably. My stomach took a sharp turn. I placed a hand against my mouth. “You better have not eaten any human or mice, Ziva. Seriously, I’ll puke right here don’t fucking try me.” Somewhere, beyond the pointless conversation I was having with my wolf, I could hear Knight and the others speaking.

After I started working at the zoo, I was added to a group chat called “A Hundred Ways to Kill a Human.” Every member had an animal as their profile picture. At first, I thought it was some quirky staff group. I even found it kind of cute. That was, until I realized they were discussing how to eat me. Pedro the Parrot: [The new human has beautiful eyes. I can’t wait till Christmas. I want to peck them out right now!]

We are eating dinner and praying the boat won't sink and disappear in the waves—there is a storm raging outside. "Oh shut up, it's terrible!" Sleepy shrugs one massive shoulder, beaming at me until there are flutters in my chest. "The cat people love it." "Oh, I suppose you're right." I take another bite. "Figures why these people are so into slobbery fish—they are all oversized house cats." Sleepy chuckles. "Quiet, or they might throw us to the sharks." It was surprising to find out cat and dog people ran the entire continent where we stayed. There weren't any humans. Instead, the half-animals who call themselves fauna ran it. The humans are on another continent for where we are headed.

"You tortured innocent people to justify genocide." "They're not people!" Kyle screamed, finally dropping his academic facade entirely. "They're animals! Predators! They're not like us!" "You're right," Zara said softly. "They're not like you." She gestured toward Adrian and Marcus, who shifted smoothly back to human form. Both men were breathing hard from their transformation, but their eyes held intelligence, concern, and carefully controlled protective fury. "They're better than you," she continued. "Because even knowing what you've done, what you've planned, they're not going to kill you. They're going to let the authorities handle this."

“So… how’s the pack treating you?” I laughed nervously. “Like I’m made of glass and dynamite at the same time.” He grinned. “That’s about right. Humans are rare here. You’re a novelty. A pretty one.” Heat crept up my neck. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or a warning.” “Both,” he said easily. “But mostly compliment.” We drove in comfortable silence for a minute, snow swirling around the headlights and then he spoke again, softer. “You’re different, Zolani. Most humans who come here are either terrified or trying too hard to prove they’re not. You… you just exist. Quietly. Boldly. It’s refreshing.”

Injuries that would cripple or kill a human heal within hours or days. My stomach churns. Zoe. She’d been stabbed—deeply, almost fatally. It should have taken months to recover, and yet… If the director is a wolf, and Zoe has his blood running through her veins... “Can humans be turned into wolves?” I whisper, horrified. Maybe... maybe I’m wrong. Maybe Elijah isn’t a wolf or the director. Besides, he’s never shifted in front of me. That would be the ultimate proof. I’m sure he isn’t what I think he is.

Ignoring Mark's messages I text my gamma Zack. Sam: hey man I know it's late but do you want to get away for awhile? Zach: yeah man, anything good? Sam: what would you say to a camping trip? It's to protect a couple of people that are close to me, but there's also humans there to so no shifting. Oh and Mark is a warlock and Rilly is a human. Oh and Zach Dylan is there to so watch him. Zach: ok can you send me pictures of whom I'm looking out for?