Chance
Chance, nothing more.
That morning, Katherine Purdoe had received a call that her job interview was moved three hours up. Hardly enough time to shower and dress before leaving.
Judy Hopps had slept in, recovering from a cold. She skipped breakfast, running for the bus stop.
“Good luck, hun,” Katherine’s boyfriend had mumbled from the bed.
“Waiting on ya, Carrots,” Nick had commented from her voicemail.
New construction made Katherine swerve. Her coffee slipped, splattering her front. 2nd-degree burns and screaming.
New construction had closed off the nearest stop, so Judy ran for the next. All traffic and pedestrian laws obeyed, routine, safe.
The car hit with the force of a rhino. Bone turned to powder, muscles tore, organs burst. Judy flew half a block before landing, her last thoughts worried for Nick.
Katherine Purdoe hadn't meant to kill anyone, and Judy Hopps hadn't meant to die.
Chance, nothing more.