The monsters gone, he's on the run, and your dad's here.

Remember me, though I have to say goodbye

Philza Minecraft considered himself a relatively wise man. He was ready for almost every scenario thinkable, ranging from a nuclear fallout to God’s wrath raining down upon earth. He had always been like this, but when his son was born, he took it up a notch. And when his wife, Kirsten, started having strange dreams, his gut told him that they were more than just figments of his beloved’s imagination. And when she died of a mysterious illness, her last words being a ramble about her loving him, but that he “needs to be prepared for the end my love”? That’s when he knew for sure.

So when you hear all of this, you must be thinking, “wow, Phil must be react immediately when the announcement of the apocalypse happens!”. Well, you’d be wrong.

As he sat in front of the TV, Phil almost couldn’t believe the frantic shouts of doom the reporter was shouting. For all his preparation, he didn’t expect it it to actually happen. He didn’t expect for his dying wife’s rants and dreams to make any sense. Well, he was wrong, apparently. As the TV cut to gross images and clips of horribly mutated bodies roaming the big cities, he laughed. He laughed, because of course the apocalypse has begun, just like Kristen foretold.

And he didn’t even fucking expect it.

What he did expect though, was the loud rhythmical knocking on his door, followed by a low voice shouting his name. Of course, he recognised both the rhythm and the voice instantly, and quickly stood up from his green couch, making his way through the various children’s toys he forgot to clean up. As he walked through the hallway, he quickly grabbed one of the photos on the wall, one of him, Kristen and Tommy, and put it in the inside pocket of his coat. Unlocking the door, Technoblade immediately walked in, embracing Phil. “Woah Tech, calm down, you alright?” He was quite startled, as a techno never was one to show much physical affection.

“M fine, just… forget it, I’ll tell you later, okay?” The man grumbled, clearly upset, but Phil didn’t want to pry. “Alright, so I take it you heard the news?” He gestured to the TV, which was now showing reports of where the most ‘zombies’ were located. Like they both suspected, so far it was only the biggest cities. “Yeah, packed my van and went to yours instantly.” His friend explained, and Phil nodded. Just like they’d talked about. “Alright mate, you know where all the stuff is, so while you grab that I’m going to get Tommy, alright?” He asked, already walking up the stairs. Techno mumbled something along the lines of a ‘yes’, and disappeared into Phil’s basement.

Carefully opening the door to his son’s room, he navigated his way around the toys scattered on the ground, not wanting to trip over anything. He made his way to the space-themed bed, and gently shook the boy sleeping in it awake. “Mm one m’re min’te” the kid mumbled, turning around. “Toms, we gotta go buddy” Phil said sternly, trying to put as much urgency into his voice as he could without making Tommy scared. The boy began to sit upright, and looked around. He turned on a light so he could better see, and began asking questions. “What’s going on?” “Is everything alright?” “What happened?”. Phil tried to think of a way to explain this to his 8 year old son without bringing him to a panic attack because oh my fucking god there are zombies.

“We’re going on a road trip with uncle Techno, okay? So grab some clothes, and bring your favourite toys, we won’t be back for a while” he explained, and while Tommy still looked confused, he accepted it. “Can I take Henry and clementine?” The child asked, and Phil nodded. “You can, but don’t take too much, it all has to fit in your backpack, okay?” He said, walking out of the room, and into his own. Looking around, he decided he’d only take some clothes and some of Kirsten’s stuff, not needing much else besides his best friend and son anyways. As he grabbed the emergency backpack from under the bed, he stuffed all his stuff inside of it, and walked back to Tommy’s room.