Zombie Tommyinnit : I'm So Cold

Lost

Trigger warnings: blood, gore, depictions of death and murder, cannibalism, abandonment. If i forget any, please let me know!

Technoblade POV

It had been 10 months since it all started. It's now October and it's cold. It's been cold for 5 days straight. The weather app has stopped working and the wifi has all shut down. Even our phones have started dying. Now only phil's phone is still working, but with only 18 percent battery left. After we left the city we decided to only use our phones if we were extremely bored. But Tommy's, wilbur's and my phone have all but died. After that we just used phil's phone in case we got any wifi or could call for help. So far it's just collected dust in his backpack, ever so slowly draining power over time.

After leaving the city we went straight into the countryside of England. So far we haven't experienced much hardship, just the few zombies we had to learn how to kill and every so often scavenging for food. We found a old cabin on the outskirts of a town, deep in a large forest. Since we found it, we've made camp here until we need to leave again.

I remember when we raided a abandoned house and it had a few hunting rifles and handguns. Unfortunately there wasn't any silencers so for now we haven't used the guns. Only our trusty knifes and my sword. I got if for Christmas a few years back. It was the best day of my life. I had always loved the medieval history, or fantasy games and stories. Especially the greek mythology and old fables. Ever since i got that sword, I treasured it and trained with it every day. Guess all that training came to good use. Now i can easily slice and dice any zombie that comes my way.

Of course, it wasn't all that great... awful really... two problems. One which hasn't been solved yet, and one which just got resolved. A few months ago, our dad phil went out hunting, hoping to find us some deer. He went missing and hadn't come back for 3 weeks. During that time me and wilbur were struggling to keep our shrunk family stable.

Wilbur was trying his best to stay strong for tommy, but i could tell he was breaking down day by day. I can still remember hugging him to sleep at night and hear him cry as he had nightmares. It was a tough time for him. For all of us.

I had a feeling phil was still okay, and i never lost hope. Even when tommy asked "has dad abandoned us?" I always respond with "no, he's coming back soon"

Days past as we waited in the cabin. Supplies we're running low, and we were all getting fidgety. Dad hasn't come back and he's been gone for about 3 weeks. Just as we were about to think of leaving, the door opened and there was phil.

He looked ragged and out breath, letting out quick huffs of air as he glanced around frantically, eyeing all three of us lounging around the small cabin. He had some blood on his shirt and a few cuts and bruises on his face, as if he'd been in a fight.

"Dad! Your back!" Tommy yelled and instantly got up, jumping on his dad and gripping him in a hug. I could see the tears held in his eyes as he asked "why were you gone for so long?"

Phil frowned, hugging back as he tried to catch his breath "are you all alright?" We all nodded and he let out a "whew" then he quickly said "i got kidnapped when i was out there. A community who called themselves terminus. (If you get the reference, thank you :D ) But they were all cannibals... i just managed to escape and found my way back here. But there's no doubt their after me. We've got to leave immediately!" He said as he quickly went to his backpack on the floor, which we never touched since he left.

Wilbur let out a surprised gasp and i frowned "what? Cannibals?" I grunted and also started grabbing my stuff. Wilbur and tommy seemed to get the idea and also started packing up again. Phil nodded and quickly explained to us what had happened again, before we all quickly got out of the cabin and into our parked car outside. We hadn't used it at all since we got here, but there was luckily still some gas left in the tank.