Furzombie - a gay furry zombie apocalypse

No one leaves the colony - Joshua

"Sam!" I screamed as he placed his finger in the bolt croppers. My voice cracked with desperation, my mind racing with panic.

"Fuck, you've got some motherfucking balls, Sam," Jasper said, his laughter cutting through the tension like a knife. His grin widened, exposing sharp teeth that seemed to glint in the dim light. "You know what? I like you that much. Let's call us even. Keep your finger... this time."

I blinked, barely processing his words.

"But don't think this means I'm going soft," Jasper continued, his voice dropping to a chilling tone. He leaned in, his gaze locking onto Sam's like a predator studying its prey. "Fifty percent means fifty percent, Sam. Not a tin less. And don't even think about running. I'll find you. I always find people who think they can fuck me over. Got it?"

Sam nodded, his paw trembling as he pulled it back from the bolt croppers.

Jasper straightened, gesturing lazily to his men. "Alright, boys. Let's not overstay our welcome. We've got what we need."

Ed and Woolly released Josh, who crumpled to the floor with a groan, clutching his ribs. Tom slung the bolt croppers over his shoulder like a trophy, shooting me a smirk as he turned to follow Jasper.

"Cooperate, and we'll get on just fine," Jasper said, flashing one last menacing smile before walking out. His entourage of goons followed him, their heavy boots thudding against the floor. The door slammed shut behind them, and for a moment, the only sound was the low rumble of their car engine outside.

Sam rushed over, pulling me into a tight hug. I could feel his heart racing as he clung to me.

"You shouldn't have taken my place," I said, my voice trembling with anger and fear. "You didn't have to do that!"

"Hey, we're okay," he said softly, forcing a weak smile. But his eyes told a different story—a mixture of exhaustion and barely concealed fear. "It's over."

I kissed his lips, unable to hold back the wave of emotion crashing over me. Outside, the car revved, and I pulled away to check the window. The Colony's vehicle rumbled down the lane, kicking up gravel and dust, before disappearing into the trees.

"They're gone," I muttered, relief flooding through me.

Sam nodded but didn't move. His shoulders were tense, his fists clenched at his sides. "What the fuck do we do now?" I asked, pacing back into the room. "You think they're seriously watching us?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted, running a paw through his fur. "They can't be watching everywhere, right? What if we... I don't know... explore further for supplies and see if they follow?"

"You think they're watching us now?" I asked, glancing toward the window again.

Sam slammed his fist against the wall, startling me. "How can they realistically guard such a large area? It's bullshit!" He kicked a chair across the room, his frustration boiling over. "They took half our tins, Josh. Half!" He stormed into the kitchen, slamming the cupboard doors as he put what was left of our supplies back.

"Poison," he said suddenly, holding up a tin of chopped tomatoes. His voice was low, deadly serious. "Poison the bastards."

"Sam..." I began, but he cut me off.

"No, I'm serious. We lace a tin, make it look normal, and let them take it next time. It's the only way."

I stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out," I said softly, though the idea of poisoning them lingered in my mind longer than it should have.