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Running. Loud groans and moans sounded behind us, followed by discoordinated splashing. The distance to the house didn't seem close. The brief run we had taken out looked like a long and desperate run back. There were a few zombies in front of us too, nearing the house. Was it me, or did they seem a little faster than they had before?

My lungs burned as I desperately pulled myself faster. The house looked so far away. One zombie had gotten near enough to us in our mad dash that we had to dodge it. Shadow still got to the door before I did, and dove in through the still-open door. Oh, how stupid had we been?! Even leaving the door open!

I threw myself in after him and he shut the door behind us, locking it and grabbing a chair to prop the door handle. That trick actually worked. I'd tried it at home before. There was a tense moment of sound outside then-

Thump.

A noticeable impact at the door. Not the soft squish and squelch of that first day of zombies. What was this?

Shadow stared at the door. It vibrated slightly, but the old door was made of solid, heavy wood. I tore myself from the sight and grabbed the nearest dining room chair and headed for the front door, locking it too and bracing it as well. Nothing happening there, but you couldn't be too careful.

I slipped back into the kitchen. Shadow was still staring at the door, with an openly hostile gaze. His ears stretched forward; his body vibrated with hostility. The fur raised high on his nape and back. The door thumped with another impact and there was the sound of claws being dragged across the door and the nearby outer wall.

I crept slowly up to him, making sure he noticed me before I whispered very low next to his ear, "I locked and braced the front door too."

He nodded, still glaring at the offending door.

"What's changed?" I breathed into his ear again, placing a paw on his shoulder. "They were so weak and slow before."

His head turned slightly so he could whisper softly towards me and keep an eye on the door. "They're still weak, but somehow, they've gotten stronger. Either that or the country furs got a different exposure than the town furs."

I shook my head, mutely. This was too confusing. "Will that door hold?" I asked as another thump made me flinch.

"I think so. The front door too." He nodded to himself, "It may sound bad, but those hits from the zombie aren't very strong."

"But they're stronger than a few days ago," I muttered in a tiny whisper. I jumped as another set of zombie fists joined the first at the kitchen door. Two zombies at the back door.

This was bad. I crept towards the front door and peered out through a front window. There were a few more scattered zombies there.

The thumping at the back stopped and I froze. Had they found a way past the door somehow? Then there was a last half-hearted scratch at the wood and my fear-sensitized ears heard two sets of zombie footpaws moving away. Shuffling, but not nearly as slowly as those previous zombies.

I tiptoed into the kitchen again. Shadow was in the last remaining chair, staring at the door. He looked up at me with wide, golden eyes.

"Zombies out front?" he whispered.

I nodded and held out my paws, showing I'd counted six.

"There's five back here. Without knowing what these guys are like, we can't know if we can get past them."

I nodded again, moving closer to him. I could hear huffing and moaning outside. It was worse than the munching sounds from the city. It was a constant undertone to the day. Birds and insects even still chirped outside, though even the birds seemed subdued and wary.

This sucked. It was beautiful outside, completely mismatching the walking corpses.

I looked over at Shadow. He was sitting in the chair, soaked and dripping wet, fur sprouting twigs and leaves from our sudden dash. I realized I looked pretty much the same. I was dripping all over the kitchen floor and a trail of wet pawprints spanned the distance to the front door.

I slowly stepped to the kitchen window and drew its flowered curtains shut. So very slowly. The kitchen and dining area only seemed dim and dreary then. The pile of cans and jars Shadow had set to the side of the pantry clogged the little space more.

I shivered, the hot day no longer feeling so warm. Wet fur didn't help either. I slipped out and to the tiny downstairs bathroom. Only paw towels there, so I tip-toed my way up the stairs. Shadow had been up there with me before. This day, it felt as if I intruded on the former occupants' private rooms. I gathered the few towels from the bathroom and slipped my way back downstairs, feeling the fur on my neck rise.

Creeped out by the thought of discomfited ghosts? What about the very real and tangible zombies outside?

I shook my head, trying to dislodge my confusion.

Back in the kitchen, Shadow was still sitting in the last dining room chair, staring at the door. I couldn't read the expression on his face. It was a complete mix of many emotions at once. He was still, somehow keeping the emotions in check.

"Shadow," I whispered, then felt awful when he jumped.

He turned that strange gaze to me. Even more emotions blended there.

"Shadow... are you okay? We need to get dry."

He took the two towels I offered, but simply held and stared at them.

I rubbed one towel through my fur. It quickly got sodden and I attempted to twist excess water into the dry sink, repeating. When I was making no more progress, I used my second and last towel to soak up a bit of the rest. I was damp and chilled. I smelled like pond water and the constant moaning and groaning from outside didn't help my comfort level.

I stepped away from the sink, wearing the last towel, and left space to give Shadow a chance to dry too. I peered carefully out through the curtain edges. Zombies wandered aimlessly. Sometimes a few would end up near each other and simply pause before continuing. Zombie social time. The terrible snarls pulled down as they sniffed the air.

Several species looked to be here, a few had wandered from the front. Their mixes of voices varied high and low, but with no distinct sounds. Low but steady levels of huffing, moaning, and groaning. Deeper from that bull and higher from the two rabbits. Worst of all was the two child zombies which had wandered their way to the back of the house. Their little faces horribly deformed in vicious snarls.

The zombies had been drawn to us when we played outside. Now they had gathered, uncertain. Stupid creatures. Dangerous things. Were they dangerous? I thought I might be able to fight off one or two, but several at once, even as weak as they were, would be dangerous. I remembered the feral dog running through my old neighborhood. The feral might have found out the hard way that there was no use standing your ground. Zombies would not be turned away.

I shuddered and turned back to Shadow. He was sitting in the chair. He hadn't moved at all. The two towels were sitting on his lap and he fumbled absently with the edges, fur still dripping.

No. That was not right. This did not seem like Shadow. He was blanked... but showed a mix of strange emotions at the same time. Emotions that were fading away, even as I watched.

"Shadow," I whispered, approaching him slowly. This was very wrong. Not right at all. Had something happened to him? Had he been injured in our rush?

His gaze angled up at me. But I wasn't even sure he saw me. Did he even recognize me?

I decided it was best not to speak. I slowly approached and gripped his paw firmly. I drew him to his footpaws and guided him to the sink. He moved stiffly. His limbs didn't work right. Maybe he was injured again.

I gave him the same careful treatment I had given myself. Well, better and more careful. I picked loose things out of his fur and dried him slowly. I tried to show comfort and steadiness through the towel I held, but didn't know if it reached him. There were no new injuries, at least none I could find. His previous ones were healing nicely though.

I ended up pulling off his sodden boxers and he didn't even react. I was respectful and tried not to look at those areas I dried. When I looked up at him, his gaze seemed even more distant, staring into the sink. I finished fluffing his fur as much as I could with the second towel and wrapped it around his midsection for modesty's sake. I don't think he cared right then, but the illusion helped me. Both our undergarments, I hung over the sink.

This was worrying. He was sinking farther away from me.

I moved him away from the sink. He moved with me, but didn't exhibit any will of his own. I held his upper arms in my paws and moved my eyes into his gaze. "Shadow, it's okay. We're safe inside. Shadow, you can come back now."

He continued to look through me, past me.

Even though I knew we were no longer safe here... we had never really been safe here. I needed him to believe he could continue. That it was okay to continue. At least I hoped so. If not, then this might be the end for both of us.

At least there was no change in the zombie noise level outside. After we stopped making significant noise, they had become... aimless. Maybe they had lost interest, maybe their memories only lasted for those few moments the door had been under attack. Or it could be some other explanation. Perhaps the zombies knew their prey was trapped inside. Fresh meat inside the larder.

I shivered, those thoughts did not help us. I drew Shadow into the tiny bedroom we had shared, locking the door behind us. Even though I wanted to find somewhere safer, even upstairs, this space was familiar and warm in our minds. I hoped it would be enough.

He moved stiffly and slowly, his legs were getting unsteady. I didn't rush him, just helped him up into the bed. I gathered some food and water next to the bed, so we wouldn't need to go far, then I crawled in after him. Oh, he was hard to move. He seemed to grow more still and empty and slow with every moment.

I settled him on his side, facing me and wriggled in close to him. I pulled his unresisting head with wide, staring eyes into the thick ruff of my neck. Slowly, I stroked his head. I pulled his paw around my waist and my idle paw buried itself in his chestfur, rubbing softly. The blanket went up over our heads, best to try for a safe, enclosed area. It was a light blanket, so light still shone through and the edges only made it up to my ears, allowing fresh air in.

Today had been too much for him. The chaos at the pantry, the tight space inside, the appearance of the zombies, the attack at the door, it had all been too much for him. It seemed too much for me, but Shadow... it was beyond too much. Now he was in an inward crisis of his own, and I was powerless on the outside.

His breathing was shallow and slow, his paws still. His eyes continued their nearly sightless stare as his breath barely fluffed in my neckfur.

We warmed under the blanket, but my towel started to feel chill. I peeled it off and hung it off a bedpost to dry. After several tugs, I managed to get Shadow's off too. He made tiny sounds in protest when I tugged, each not even enough to be a whimper. The damp towel eventually came off him too. This was for our comfort; best not to think of anything below the waist. That would be yet another unneeded thing. We had been nude in this bed before; this should be the same, right? I snuggled back in close to him, again stroking his head.

I had no idea if I was even doing the right thing. Should I be slapping him until he revived? Should I leave him alone to recover? This was what I felt needed to be done. Hopefully I was not wrong.

And we passed the later afternoon hours like that. Simply lying there.

It should have been a nice, relaxing time under the sheets. But while the afternoon was pleasant, there was nothing enjoyable about this. Shadow was still and immobile next to me. I would have thought him dead if I hadn't felt the continued minute fluff in my neckfur. The zombies left an unpleasant rumble in the early summer afternoon. My arm had long since grown exhausted, and I rested my paw on his head. Sometimes I rubbed my fingers in his fur. I licked or kissed his ears occasionally, comfortingly.

This was all I could do. Just be here. Just stay calm. Anything else, I felt would only worsen things.

After several hours, I began to feel changes. Shadow's breathing deepened and I could feel him blinking against my fur. He shifted occasionally in bits, starting with his fingers and toes. He must have been stiff after all that time.

The sun was very low, sky beginning to darken when he sighed and flexed his paw into my fur. I smiled, feeling he was finally returning to himself. I held him closer and was deeply thrilled when he weakly returned the gesture.

I licked over his curved skull a few times. "You okay?" I asked softly.

He nodded minutely and dug his nose deeper in my fur, inhaling.

Even if he didn't answer verbally I was reassured. Shadow was back. I shifted closer, feeling him all along my body's length. It was difficult to ignore the constant undertone of the zombies, faint through the walls. I spoke to him quietly. Nothing really profound, simply telling him things were okay. We were safe. We were together. I felt I could believe it too, under the secure blanket.

"Tyler," he breathed into my fur, but then said nothing else, as if he had only then remembered my name.

I held to him tightly as he shifted, then relaxed. He mumbled faintly, sounding exhausted. Each time, even though I couldn't understand it, I responded somehow with my paws and with my words. I stroked his headfur as he drifted into a true sleep. I was not far behind him as the light faded away.

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>>>>[[NOTE: DAY 6]]<<<<

I woke to a sunny morning. Was this the first time I'd slept through the whole night? I felt groggy, like I had slept too much. I was lying on my side under a thin blanket, warm and safe for what seemed the first time in memory.

Shadow was lying in front of me, on his side. We were wrapped in each other's arms, but it didn't look like either of us had hardly moved from last night.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes on Shadow's headfur, trying to rid myself of the crusted sleep in them. He shifted slightly, pulling me closer. His arms had their usual strength in them, a relief after yesterday.

We both had morning erections, laying close to each other, tips poking out of bared sheaths. At least, that's what I gathered from my senses as he stretched and then sighed into my neckfur.

"Tyler," he said groggily and licked into the thick fur, questing for my skin.

"Hmmm?"

"You're beautiful."

I chuckled, "I think you're still half asleep. You can go back to sleep," I said, my blue eyes peeking out the blanket's boundary, "there's still hours before we have to get up."

He mumbled something incoherent into my neckfur and I sensed him stilling and drifting into sleep again.

We lay like that for a while. I was lost in quiet thoughts, listening to the birds and zombies outside. He breathed deeply in his slumber, eyes flicking in his dreams. I tugged the blanket more securely around us. It had slipped off a little in the night, eliminating some of its protective shielding.

Eventually, I felt him wake up next to me. He stretched past my toes and angled his head up, moving out of my cream-colored neck ruff.

"Morning," he said and licked my chin.

I smiled and turned my head down to look at him.

He really did look a lot better cleaned up. His fur fluffed out over his face, and his bright, golden eyes stared into mine. His black muzzle was marred by the scarring on it. He blinked and smiled at me, then reached up, paws cupping my head. I smiled down at him, happy he was here.

He leaned in slowly, his eyes closing. Ah, this again. I closed my eyes, anticipation tingling in my lips. There was a slight brush across them, giving me a little shiver. A tongue prodded gently at my relaxed lips, then he was inside.

This was more focused than yesterday. He massaged my tongue, then pulled slowly back, relaxing his muzzle and inviting me inside. I let out a faint moan starting deep in my chest as I crossed the boundary into foreign territory. My whiskers moved forward as my tongue did, both seeking for him.

His muzzle tasted of him, and had its own texture. The best texture being his tongue, working over mine. He delved back into my muzzle and we shared a mixed connection through the softness. I moaned more clearly this time and he held my head firmly as he deepened the kiss a little more, forming a slow rhythm. My paw moved from somewhere on his back to his shoulder and clutched it closer.

"Mmmm," he said softly, drawing back a bit, even as my tongue continued to seek him, "I like this."

I groaned a little in frustration and reached for his head, pulling him firmly back into mine. After last night, I needed to feel that he was here. That he had not faded away, leaving me alone.

He moaned needily into my muzzle and grabbed my back firmly with both paws. His hips flexed towards me, his erection slipped through my legs, near my knees. He elbowed himself up and settled back beside me, our bodies better aligned. His lips met mine and sought deeper realms within me.

The thin blanket above shielded us from the world as I exhaled into his muzzle and drew a whimpering breath. I clutched his head and his back closer to me, and he responded by deepening his kiss further. I sucked at his tongue, eager to draw the taste of black wolf into me. My whimpers into his muzzle grew, as he muffled me with his lips.

Shadow pushed his hips forward, rubbing against me. Our sheaths were lined up, the cock heads vying for "first". Oh, the heads were rubbing against each other, the sensitive tips wetting each other. We dripped pre into our fur. We both were thrusting into the other, forming a steady rhythm. I groaned into his muzzle, and his tongue pressed the length of mine.

He seemed focused, striving to connect us. "I can feel you," he said, pulling himself away from my muzzle. "You feel alive.... We can't become like those things out there..." something in his tone sounded desperate. From lust or from a deeper, more personal need? His breath puffed steadily on my nose and I breathed in some of his breath. My muzzle dropped open in a gasp of sensation as a strong thrust met me, then he plunged back in my open muzzle.

I felt his paw reach down and seize my leg, hooking it up over his hip. His leg slipped over my straight one and a new angle was reached in our movements. I was spread wider this way, but it was wonderful. I used my new leverage on his hip to pull him into me. Firmly. Harder. Faster. I broke the kiss and pulled him close with my paws. My muzzle lay next to his ear, whimpering with every thrust.

"Shadow," I whimpered, "you're still here, you'll stay, right? Don't leave me alone." I was whining and whimpering in my need, a physical and emotional plea. All I could see was his neckfur and the pale, glowing light reaching us through the blanket.

He grunted something affirmative between his teeth and thrust his hips into me firmly, somehow drawing us closer. The space under the blanket was heating up. He reached between us and pulled the two sheaths back, exposing our budding knots. Having them rub together was beyond an imagined fantasy. Tingles and pricks zipped through my spine and spun my sense of balance.

I was panting heavily into his ear, and he was grunting faintly into mine. He desperately drew me closer; he clearly felt the need to be close too. I buried my nose at his shoulder and inhaled his scent with every pant and licked deep in his fur to raise more scent. He shuddered and sped up. I rose in speed and urgency with him, drawing his hip into mine with my hooked leg. His paw threaded between our legs and past my exposed balls. The brush of contact there, a single, lingering trace of his finger began my quickening rise of sensations. So close. I needed to be closer. He needed to be closer. He found our knots and gripped them together as much as he could. I could feel mine rapidly swelling.

I wailed into Shadow's ear as I arrived at my climax. The wail ended in a high yip as a spasm ripped through me. I creamed into my autumn tummy fur and into his black expanse. He growled loudly near my ear and I felt his teeth drag into my shoulder, latching on without breaking skin. Something about him doing that seemed so very... instinctive. Or maybe it only pulled instinctive feelings from me. The sharp sensation at my shoulder got an extra response from my cock, and my body trembled and shook harder against his. He stilled, tense, then he trembled and spasmed along with me. I could feel his belly muscles clench rhythmically as they tried to keep up with his jerking hips.

Together, our shudders and shivers eased.

Thud.

Scratch.

We both flinched against each other, sending an extra ripple of pleasure through us and an bringing extra moan out of me.

Shadow growled around his teeth in my shoulder, but held me firmly against him. The growl wasn't meant for me, then. His paw clenched over our pressed knots, and I muffled a moan into his thick shoulderfur.

Whack. Thump.

But the sounds remained outside. I sighed in relief and held Shadow close, my leg over his hip keeping him close. As long as we were quiet for a while, they should leave, right? I grunted softly into his fur and felt fluid leave me. I could feel the pressure of... us... along my cock. Each gasping breath we took as we calmed massaged our shafts, causing the tips to continuously weep.

Scratch.

Shadow shuddered against me again and held me close. We lay there, under the thin blanket; it let in pale light from the morning. We said nothing, listening to zombies attack the wall.

But the strong, old wall held. After long moments of us slowly pulsing out blobs of fluid, the sounds slowed and stopped. I nuzzled into shadow's shoulderfur, my nose digging down to touch his skin. He shivered and he flexed, sending out an extra amount into our wet fur. He sighed around his teeth, but didn't release them. I slowly stroked his back.

We were like that for a very long time. Neither of us wanted to move, and knots can take a long time to diminish. It was probably about an hour later when I felt Shadow remove his teeth from my aching shoulder, and he licked there steadily. I realized I had spaced out, inhaling his scent for a while. His paw gently withdrew from our shrunken knots, brushing along my balls again as his paw traced its way back up.

He kept licking my shoulder steadily, seeming to draw away the ache. I sighed and pulled him closer. We were both back in our sheaths, but we lay there a long time. My leg was still hooked around him, exposing my sensitive parts to the air.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "looks like I got carried away again." He drew his head back and gazed into my eyes deeply.

I smiled and ran fingers through his cheekfur. He leaned in slowly and gave me a lingering kiss, tongue massaging my lips, but not venturing far.

He sighed, reassured. "I have experience, and this really doesn't usually happen," his eyes indicated my shoulder. "I think it's the mess of the past days that has me... uncontrolled?" He seemed to be struggling to find a better way to tell me.

I held him close, "I'm fine. A bit sore, but its already passing, see?" I flexed my arm and shoulder moving the joint around.

I pulled the blanket off of us, exposing us to the world again. Sitting up, I saw it was later than I'd realized. We ate breakfast, quickly finishing off most of the food we had brought in - still lots of junk food. We'd skipped dinner last night... actually, we seemed to have become talented at skipping meals. I looked outside. We still should have a fair amount of time, but it was getting harder to tell. The day was quickly becoming overcast.

"Do you think we'll get to see our first tornado too?" he managed to get a smile out of me.

I smacked him on the arm lightly and rose, "Let's get set up. I don't want to find out if a cloudy day slows this thing down."

He groaned, but rose from the bed. Well, our mess today coated our fur, not the mattress. I picked at some of the goo on my chest and caught Shadow watching me. I smirked at him and left the bedroom for the kitchen. I snagged our boxer and boxer briefs from over the sink. They were dry, I thanked warm summer days for that. I gathered the paw towels from the tiny downstairs bathroom, and we rubbed cold cum off our chests. I passed him his boxers and we put our dry crotch-covers on silently. I led the way to the pantry.

Shadow sighed as he opened the pantry door and turned to me, "I really don't want to go in there again."

I nodded, staring inside. It wasn't my idea of a great "safe" place, but it had held last time.

"I got the duct tape," he said, holding the two rolls out to me and settling down inside. He couldn't quite hide his whimper as he settled in with his legs crossed.

My heart twinged; we had to force ourselves into this tiny space. I stepped inside over him and he helped me. With his help - I still could not tear the stuff - we finished off the first roll and used up most of the second one. The same towel and flour bags fortified the bottom.

I groaned, "This is the roughest part for me...." I jammed my toes against the wall behind Shadow. I heard him chuckle as he gripped my buttocks and lowered me down. Well, at least his mind was off the tiny, cramped space. I made sure my tail settled to the side before my rear settled down close to his crotch. My toes pointed down at the floor, and my weight rested on Shadow.

I sighed and rested my chin on his shoulder. He stroked at the nape of my neck. We existed as blind beings there, in the dark.

"Are you okay now?" I said softly into his fur.

"Yeah," was the only response. His paw tightened briefly in my fur.

There was a long pause and we leaned into each other, breathing. Zombie huffs and moans could still be heard in our tiny "safe" sanctuary.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked after a while.

There was a long pause. I had decided to drop the idea, figuring that he was avoiding answering at all. It was okay, though. Then he shifted and held me close carefully, cautiously.

"Tyler?" came a faint voice.

"Hmmm?" I responded almost as faintly.

"There's some.... It's just that...." He paused awkwardly. "I want to tell you about myself, but I don't want you to hate me afterwards."

"Huh?" I was confused, but the way he seemed to desperately hold onto me told me he felt this was serious. I rubbed his fur a moment, "I don't think I could hate you. Even if there was something horrible, I don't think it would actually change anything for me. If you don't want to tell me, that is okay too. As far as I'm concerned, we might as well have no past. Everyone involved in our memories is probably dead." I paused, "That doesn't mean I'm giving up memories of my family though, it's... I don't think the past directly affects us now.... Does that make sense?"

He nodded, his nose buried itself into my neckfur. He breathed in my scent slowly for several moments, then said, "I want to tell you. I want you to know about me."

"I do want to know more about you," I admitted quietly.

I felt Shadow give an uneasy shiver, and he began his story.

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EDIT:

Due to dark content, Ch 8 is rated "Extreme". Even though things happen 'off screen' or are only alluded to - there is enough upsetting content to bother some readers. I have posted a 'Lite' version (See Chapter List) which has softened content and still contains Shadow's history, cultural details, etc. about the wolves.