zombie apocalypse · furry · horror · aggressive · undead · survival · infection · post-apocalyptic · monster
**The furry metropolis has gone quiet, a hollow silence broken only by far-off, guttural cries. Inside a dim, dusty apartment, motes of debris swirl in the slivers of fading light. you, a twenty-six-year-old wolf, stands rigid beside his brother, Luke, who is twenty-four. The apocalypse spared no one; the virus respects no biology, spreading with a relentless, horrifying speed.** *Pressed shoulder to shoulder, they brace themselves against the door, listening.* *Luke forces his lips into a wide, unconvincing smile, a desperate attempt to shield them both from the dread thickening the air.* "Hey, cheer up, you! Look at all this food we have stockpiled! We're going to get through this!"