Furzombie - a gay furry zombie apocalypse

Unexpected guests - Sam

"Fuck... I can't leave them," I muttered under my breath.

Josh didn't say a word, but his eyes told me he agreed. I reached for my knife and crouched down next to the man, cutting through the frayed ropes binding his wrists.

"Thank you, thank you," he stammered, immediately leaning over to untie the woman. His hands were shaking as badly as mine.

Josh stood rigid, his bow trained on them both, an arrow already nocked. I raised the crossbow again, ensuring it was pointed steadily in their direction.

"Don't try anything stupid," I said firmly, the weight of the last hour still pressing on my chest.

The man raised his hands in surrender. "Please, no. It's just me and my wife. We're not with them, I swear. We just want to get out of here alive."

I hesitated, the memory of the attackers at the warehouse flashing in my mind. I didn't trust anyone. Not anymore. Too many close calls, too many betrayals. But still, the thought lingered—what if it were me and Josh, bound and helpless, tossed into a van like cargo? Would someone stop to help us?

"Okay," I said, taking a half-step back. "Move it, then. And keep your hands where I can see them."

The couple stumbled forward, the woman supporting the man, who was limping badly. He groaned in pain with each step, and she whispered something to him, her voice soft and urgent. Josh's gaze never left them, and I kept the crossbow aimed squarely at their backs as they made their way toward the tree line on the edge of the road.

"Hey," I called out, and they froze. The woman turned, hesitant, her face pale but determined. She didn't stop moving entirely, just slowed enough to look back.

"Here," I said, crouching down to rummage through my bag. I pulled out a couple of tins of food and a small bag of rice. It wasn't much, but it might give them a chance. I tossed the supplies onto the road near her feet. "Take these."

For a moment, she just stared, as if she couldn't quite believe what I'd done. Then she knelt quickly, scooping up the items. "Thank you," she said, her voice heavy with relief.

"We're with a small group near the water tower," she added, glancing at our loaded rucksacks. "If you ever need somewhere to stay... we could use people like you. And, uh, supplies." Her eyes lingered a little too long on my bag, and I tensed, ready to pull my weapon again.

"Margery let's go!" the man barked, his panic outweighing whatever gratitude he might have felt. He was already limping toward the woods, eager to put distance between us and them.

"Thanks," Margery repeated, her voice barely above a whisper now. She turned and ran to catch up with him.

Josh let out a long sigh beside me, lowering his bow. His arm found its way around my shoulder as we watched the couple disappear into the shadows of the trees.

"I hope they make it," he said quietly. "It was the right thing to do."

I nodded, though doubt still gnawed at me. "I'm not letting strangers join us, Josh. I can't. Not after what we've seen."

"I know," he said, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Come on. Let's get home. We don't need a community or anything like that. We work well together, just the two of us."

I rubbed the back of his head affectionately, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "We got lucky today. But hey, look at the crazy stuff we managed to grab."

"Sam, I'm serious," he said, his voice wavering slightly. "I never want to go into a dark building again for as long as I live."

"Me neither," I admitted, slinging my crossbow over my shoulder. "And hopefully, we won't have to."