Furzombie - a gay furry zombie apocalypse

Where are you? - Joshua

"Sam!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The sound ripped through the still air, scattering a flock of crows that took to the sky with startled cries. I didn't care if zombies heard me. Let them come—I needed to find him. Desperation twisted in my chest, threatening to pull me under, but I couldn't stop. Not now.

I wandered through the fields, the long grass brushing against my legs as I stumbled forward. The valley stretched out before me, a patchwork of green and gold, its edges blurred by the haze of the late afternoon sun. If Sam had gone this way, surely he would have taken the fields. The roads would be too dangerous, littered with abandoned cars, looters, and zombies. He wasn't reckless—he would've known to avoid them.

But where was he? My eyes scanned the horizon, heart pounding as I searched for a flash of ginger and white fur, a silhouette that would tell me he was still out there. I saw nothing. No movement. No sign of life.

"Oh, Sam," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please... let me find you."

Memories of him crashed over me like a wave—his playful grin, the way his ears perked up when he was amused, the warmth of his touch on my shoulder that night by the fire. Why hadn't I just let him kiss me the first time he tried? Why had I hesitated? I should've told him how I felt before it was too late.

My throat was raw from calling his name as I trudged through the fields. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Hours passed, my voice growing hoarse. Twice, my shouting drew zombies to me, their decaying forms staggering toward the sound. The first one had been slow, its guttural growls giving it away before it got too close. An arrow to the head dropped it quickly.

The second one, though, had been faster, its twisted limbs carrying it toward me with unsettling speed. I barely managed to nock another arrow in time. My hands shook as I aimed, my breathing ragged, but I hit my mark. The thing crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud.

After that, I was quieter, scanning the horizon as I walked, my bow clutched tightly in my hands. The fields stretched on endlessly, their rolling expanse offering no refuge, no sign of the one I was searching for. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the ground. Still, no Sam.

By late afternoon, I came across a small stream. I dropped to my knees, scooping up the cool water and splashing it on my face before filling the single bottle in my bag. The relief was fleeting. As I stared at my reflection in the rippling surface, all I could see was failure etched into my features. I was too late—just like I'd been too late with everyone else I'd ever loved.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to move on. The valley was closing in now, its slopes rising on either side of me like walls. In the distance, a little thatched cottage sat nestled in the corner of the next field, a small white fence surrounding it. It looked almost picturesque, like something out of a storybook, but I knew better. Nothing was safe anymore.

Cautiously, I crept toward the fence, my every step deliberate. Darkness would descend soon, and I needed shelter. Peering through the cottage windows, I saw no signs of life—or the dead. I knocked softly on the glass, then quickly retreated over the fence, bow raised and ready for any undead that might come staggering out.

But nothing emerged.

After waiting a few tense minutes, I returned to the door and pushed it open. The interior was dim, shadows pooling in the corners of the ransacked rooms. Whatever had been valuable during the outbreak was long gone—food, medical supplies, weapons. The TV still hung on the wall, and silver ornaments glittered on the shelves, now meaningless treasures of a world that no longer existed.

I searched the cupboards, my stomach growling with every creak of the hinges. The only thing I found was a jar of curry sauce. I grimaced as I twisted off the lid, the bitter, metallic smell making my nose wrinkle. Still, I ate it cold, swallowing it down despite the taste.