Furzombie - a gay furry zombie apocalypse

3 words - Sam

I wasn't even sure why I said it, but it was true—I loved him. It hit me in a way nothing else ever had. I'd never felt like this about anyone before, not even close. Even that first time I kissed him, I knew. There was something undeniable, something that rooted itself deep inside me, like I'd been searching for him my whole life.

Josh was still sleeping, wrapped up in my arms like he belonged there. His breathing was soft, even, the kind of peaceful that seemed impossible in a world like this. I didn't want to wake him, but the need to keep moving, to stay vigilant, always won out. Slowly, carefully, I slipped my arms out from around him and eased myself out of bed. He stirred a little, murmuring something I couldn't quite catch, but didn't wake.

The kitchen was quiet as I set some water to boil for tea. God, I missed eggs. If I could have had anything in the world right then, it would have been eggs and toast—something so simple but so far out of reach now. The rations we had were enough to keep us alive, but barely. Just one meal a day, supplemented with whatever we caught. It wasn't much of a life, but it was ours.

"Morning, babe," I said softly as I re-entered the room, tea in hand. Josh was stretching, his arms reaching up lazily as he blinked himself awake.

"Hey," he said, his voice still rough from sleep. "Thanks. You're so good to me." He took the tea from me with a small, grateful smile, and I felt my heart swell.

In the daylight, my mind flashed back to last night. I loved him even more after last night. The way he'd held me, the way he'd looked at me—it was like he saw me for who I really was, every broken, vulnerable part of me, and loved me anyway. I'd do anything for him.

Josh must have caught the look on my face because he grabbed me, pulling me close and kissing me softly. I wanted to tell him again, to say the words out loud and make him understand how much he meant to me. But what if it had just been a moment for him? What if he didn't mean it yet?

"We should get dressed," he said, pulling away and stretching again as he stood. He tugged his T-shirt over his head, ruffling his messy hair in the process. "We need to catch breakfast these days," he added with a wry chuckle.

He wasn't wrong.

Before I could respond, he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my neck. "Come on," he whispered, his breath warm against my fur. "Let's go. Otherwise, we're just going to spend all morning fucking each other."

I laughed, my tail wagging despite myself. "Sounds like a good morning to me."

"Sam, focus," he said, smirking. "Breakfast first."

"Yeah, I'm looking at it," I teased, my gaze dropping deliberately.

He swatted me playfully before squeezing my ass. "Later," he promised with a mischievous glint in his eye. Grabbing his bow, he added, "Let's go."

I sighed, grabbing my bag and gathering a few supplies—water bottles, string, and a few other items for traps. We stood at the door, ready to head out. I locked it behind us and paused, listening.

The woods were silent, save for the occasional birdsong. The air was damp and cool, the ground wet from last night's rain. There was something about that smell—the fresh, earthy scent after a downpour—that always made me feel alive. Like the world wasn't entirely dead yet.

Josh and I headed deeper into the woods, scanning for good spots to place traps. It wasn't long before we came across an apple tree.

"Hey, this could work as bait," I said, reaching for the last few apples clinging to the branches. Most were riddled with wormholes, and the ones on the ground had turned to mush, but a few were salvageable.