When they arrived at Precinct One, they found the place crawling with reporters, as Bogo told every news agency to meet at said precinct for a press conference.

"Well, looks like I'll be answering a ton of questions today," Judy commented. "I might need your help, Nick."

"You can count on me," Nick said.

They strode in the main entrance to the precinct and walked to the podium, where they were going to tell the reporters exactly what's going on. When they arrived at the podium, however, they were bombarded with questions.

"Okay, okay, okay! One at a time, please!" Judy called over the crowd. "You will all get a chance to speak. I will answer any and all questions you might have to the best of my ability."

"Officer Hopps! Over here!" a pig called.

"Yes?" Judy called.

"What can you tell us about the case?"

"Well, I can tell you that the kitnapper had a very good motive. He was just trying to protect the city. What these mammals all had in common was that they're all infected with Necrotizing Rabies. But he and his assistant couldn't figure it out. It was I who told them that it was Necrotizing Rabies."

"And who might this kitnapper be?" a giraffe asked as Lionheart held up a sign saying, "Tell them."

"Lionheart. He's not the one who's creating the virus, though."

"Then who is? And what is Necrotizing Rabies?" a boar asked.

"We still don't know who's behind the virus, but this virus creates literal zombies with 100% pain tolerance. It was originally created in World War Two, under project undead, by my great grandparents to combat the Germammals. The project did get completed, but after the first few tests, my great grandparents shut it down, because it was designed to have no cure or vaccine, and it was just too dangerous to be kept. They thought they destroyed the virus completely, and so did my grandparents, and so did my parents, and so did I, but obviously somebody revived it. And for this reason, Lionheart and I agreed that it would be best if we put the city of Zootopia under a mandatory quarantine, effective immediately. Any more questions?"

The audience shook their heads.

"Good. Now the police department, fire department, and paramedics were all given the option to leave, but the entirety of all departments decided to stay, so all normal laws will be enforced. We're all in this together," Judy finished, sweeping her paws across the crowd and giving a watery smile. At that, a loud, slow clapping sound came from behind her, and she turned around to see the screen behind her turned on and showed a crocodile.

"That, Judy, was a very moving speech. Bravo, Judy. Bravo," The crocodile said.

"What do you want, Cock Jong Un?" Judy spat.

"That's Crock Jong Un to you!" the crocodile corrected. "And you said that you don't know who's behind the virus? Well, now you're lookin' at 'im." The audience in the background gasped.

"Why?" Judy asked.

"To answer that, I have to show you something. I have to show you my plan to destroy you and everything you love," Crock said.

"It'll fail," Judy said.

"You think so, huh? What if I told you that four out of the five parts of my plan are already completed? And the fifth one is being implemented as we speak. Part one: hit every small town in Mammalia with napalm. Two: Infect every big town and city with the Necrotizing Rabies virus. Three: Wait for them to go into quarantine. Four: Force a Yellowstone eruption. We did that by dropping a small nuke on it, only about a kiloton, but it was enough. Yellowstone has erupted. By my calculations, the ash cloud should reach you in a couple of hours. And five: Nuke every city that wasn't destroyed by the eruption. We're using a Tzar Bomba missile we stole from Russia to do that. And we're replicating it. Good. Bye." The screen then turned off.

Nick and Judy turned to each other, he with worried eyes, she with teary eyes.

"I don't wanna die," Judy said, burying her face into his side.