Furzombie - a gay furry zombie apocalypse

Sleeping beauty- Sam

He looked so cute when he slept. His face was soft and peaceful, the way his hair fell around his face, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. For a moment, I just wanted to sit there and watch him, but I knew I couldn't. I didn't want to wake him. I didn't want to disturb the fragile moment between us, the strange and unexpected intimacy that had developed the night before. But then again, maybe that was all it had been: a fleeting moment. A moment that now felt like it was slipping through my fingers.

He was getting harder and harder to resist. I hated this whole "one night stand" mentality that had been creeping up on me, especially in the middle of a damn zombie apocalypse. It seemed like the last thing I should care about right now. But, as stupid as it was, I wasn't going to let it happen. Not with him. Not like that. I had my walls up for a reason, and I wasn't about to let some dumb kiss make me forget why. I wasn't like those guys who used others to fill the void. No, not Josh. Not him.

Although, as I sat there, looking at him lying there, I couldn't help but regret that decision. Why the hell had I stopped myself? I'd seen the way he looked at me, the way his lips had pressed against mine, so soft, so unexpected. But then... I remembered something that twisted my stomach. He had called me Mike.

Mike. Why had he said that? Was that just some slip-up, or had he been kissing me thinking I was someone else? My heart sank as the weight of it all hit me. Maybe he'd been thinking of Mike when he kissed me. Maybe it was all just a mistake. A moment of confusion that I had misread completely. Maybe Mike was his boyfriend—his real boyfriend. Maybe I had been nothing more than a rebound, a distraction.

I was such an idiot around guys I liked. Why hadn't I asked him if he had someone else? Why hadn't I just flat-out asked him what the hell he meant by calling me Mike? I should have seen the signs earlier—maybe I had, but I ignored them. Maybe I'd been too eager to believe that there could be something real between us. But what if I was wrong? What if he didn't feel the same way?

I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note, trying to steady my hands as I wrote. Maybe he remembered what happened last night. Maybe we could finally talk about it, clear the air, figure out what the hell we were even doing. But why had he called me Mike? The question burned in my mind as I folded the note and left it on his pillow. I couldn't stop thinking about it as I made my way to breakfast.

I needed to find Ricky. It was already nearly nine and I hated being late for anything

The room was empty again when I entered. I sat alone at a table waiting, picking at the small breakfast spread laid out in front of me. No one was serving today, but there was a small cart with croissants and cereal, so I helped myself. I didn't take too much—still full from last night—but even so, I couldn't help but regret the extra chocolate croissant that I'd grabbed. It was one too many, and now my stomach felt heavy. I hated the feeling, but there was nothing I could do about it. The world was falling apart, and I didn't know when the next meal would come. I stuffed one more croissant into my pocket, just in case.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I saw Ricky walk into the room a little after 9 am, a smile on his face. That smile. It always made me wonder what he was thinking, what was going on behind his eyes. He seemed so confident, so sure of himself. Maybe he knew something I didn't.

"Hey, how you doing?" he asked, his voice warm but with an edge of something I couldn't quite place.

"Good, I think," I replied, unsure of how to feel. Good? What did that even mean?

"Did you enjoy your time here then?" he asked, his smile widening as he sat down across from me.

"Well, yeah, I guess we did," I muttered, trying to sound casual. I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, about Josh. My mind was a mess.