Furzombie - a gay furry zombie apocalypse

No Escape - Joshua

My hand clamped tightly over my mouth to stifle the scream threatening to escape. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I fumbled with the flashlight, flicking it off in an instant. The oppressive darkness swallowed us whole, leaving us with nothing but the faint hum of distant groans and the rustle of debris shifting in the still air.

I strained my ears, every nerve on edge, waiting for the telltale scrape of a footstep or the guttural snarl of the undead. Nothing moved.

Sam's paw found my arm, his grip firm yet trembling as he began to pull me backward, each step slow and deliberate. The faint glow ahead from the door's crack seemed impossibly far away, a sliver of salvation in the abyss.

"Keep quiet," Sam whispered, his voice barely audible, yet every word felt like a shout in the silence.

We crept closer to the light, the air growing heavier with each step. My mind raced, imagining the horrors lurking just beyond the shadows. As we reached the doorway, I froze.

A man stood there, illuminated by the faint daylight filtering through the warehouse's open doorway, his shotgun glinted ominously in his hands, the barrel pointed directly at us.

"Well, I see you got past the zombies," he whispered, his tone eerily calm. "Hand over your stuff, nice and easy. Or you two boys can join the party in there while I call them over."

"Please, no! You can't!" I pleaded, desperation thick in my voice. "We need these supplies!"

Sam was silent beside me, his body rigid, his mind clearly racing. Then, without warning, he made a snap decision that left me stunned.

"Hey!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the metal walls.

Before I could stop him, Sam slammed his paw against the warehouse wall. The sound reverberated like a thunderclap, stirring the dead from their eerie slumber. A chorus of snarls erupted, guttural and hungry, as the horde began to stir.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I hissed, panic clawing at my throat.

The man's shotgun roared, the blast narrowly missing me as I ducked instinctively. Sam grabbed my arm and pulled hard, yanking me toward the ladder at the far end of the room.

"This way!" he shouted, his flashlight flickering to life as he illuminated a metal ladder leading up to a gantry.

Behind us, the zombies were fully awake now, their snarls growing louder as they stumbled toward the noise. I didn't dare look back.

We scrambled up the ladder, our backpacks weighing us down as our feet clanged against the rungs. Below, the horde surged forward, their clawed hands scraping against the metal in their frantic attempt to reach us. Sam's flashlight slipped from his paw, clattering to the floor below and landing upright. Its beam illuminated the chaos beneath us—a sea of rotting faces and snapping jaws, their pale, dead eyes fixated on us.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" I gasped, adrenaline making my voice shake.

"Pull this!" Sam yelled, ignoring me as he grabbed a thick chain dangling from the ceiling.

I didn't have time to argue. Gripping the cold, greasy links, I pulled with all my strength alongside him. beneath us, the massive roller door began to creak and groan, each inch it rose echoing like thunder. The zombies below paused, their attention shifting to the sound.

The door lifted just high enough for the horde to pour out, spilling into the outside like a flood of death. Outside, the sharp crack of gunfire erupted as the man and his group were forced to defend themselves against the swarm Sam had unleashed.