Phan/ The End

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~Dan~
I didn't sleep well that night.

Phil seemed to sleep alright, though, even though he let out small whimpers every few minutes. My arm was going kind of numb, too, because he was using my left hand as a cuddle thing, and he was not about to let go. It was almost if he was scared. Scared, though? He'd survived this long, I thought it would have toughened him up a bit.

He shuffled and rolled around, pressing himself up against me and nuzzling into my arm like a cat.

And that's how we started spooning.

...Yes, spooning.

Now, usually you wouldn't spoon the person you swore you would have nothing to do with in the zombie apocalypse. This was not the case, however, as Phil was apparently a very cuddly person, and didn't seem like he was letting go of me any time soon.

I sighed and propped my head up on my other hand, properly looking at Phil for the first time. I tried to look past all the dirt and grime, and tried to look for a clean, well-groomed Phil instead.

His black fringe was all matted and greasy, obviously hinting he hadn't had a proper shower in a while. Maybe I could invite him back to the flat I'd set up as a shelter originally. It was near a river, which I thought was the best thing in a apocalypse. I still used it's water sparingly, just because I was afraid it would run out.

I couldn't see his eyes, but I wish I could. If I remember from earlier, they were a beautiful shade of blue. They looked so innocent and pure- I truly hated that someone like him had to endure this. He probably had a past relationship before this all went down, and I wouldn't be surprised. His crooked smile and pale skin only made him seem more attractive.

I had to admit this to myself. I thought the guy was cute. I couldn't keep myself in denial for too long, because it could distract me. That wasn't something I could afford. Which is exactly why I didn't want Phil with me.

Or did I?

He was growing on me way more than I liked, and fast.

I shoved my head into the spot between Phil's shoulders, trying to clear the thoughts away, only for them to come back. Could he help? Would it be better for my sanity if there was someone else to talk to, other than myself and dead things? Most likely. But I didn't want Phil. I didn't want the pain that would most likely come with losing him, or the extra effort it would take to look after the both of us.

As much as I didn't want Phil...

I think I needed him.

...
He might just make a good companion.

A/N: It isn't as long, but it's 3 am here and I really need sleep, and I also felt the real need to update this, as well! I'm tired, so I'll read over it later, but right now I'm going to sleep. :] Thanks for reading, I'll see you in the next chapter!

~Sorceress