"How the fuck has that even happened?!" I
shout, gripping my hair and holding onto it for support. I would do anything for someone too comfort and protect me right now. I was afraid.
"I don't know Dan, can we just go?" Phil asked politely as usual but you could hear the terror in his voice.
"Of course" I said, weakly smiling at him. He didn't return it, just stared blankly ahead before walking off.
"Phil... Are you alright dude?"
"Dan... Stop calling me 'dude'. You make me feel like I'm a middle class jockey from America or something" he said unamused, I bowed my head at how I had managed too offend him but as soon as I looked back up, the biggest smile was plastered onto his face and it was like all the life was back into his eyes.
His smile made me smile.
"But yes Dan, I'm okay. I'm shocked and upset but there is nothing we could and can do" he stated flatly. He was right, there was nothing we could physically do too this lifeless corpse.
"You're right" i smile, chuckling.
"So, do you wanna watch some Adventure Time when we get home?" Phil asked, he looked so hopeful and determined for me too agree and say yes, what an adorable dork.
"Of course we can, you dork" I laugh but I could tell from his eyes that he felt afraid, I didn't see the lively bright blue eyes I found myself lost in earlier, I was now staring at the very definition of fear
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Phil P.O.V
After that experience, I felt slightly weird. I wouldn't call it fear, I felt sorrow and pity for the baby, the babies mother.
Me and Dan were casually walking, not talking but breathing in the scent of the outdoors. I could tell that we both didn't want to even take in what's just happened. We tried calling the police, an ambulance, everything but the line just seemed to go dead... Flat
By weird I meant, even the very outside seemed to quiet and lonely, grieving for some sort of attention. The only thing i was managing to hear was the light breaths of me and Dan.
Where was everyone? It's a lovely day but now, the sky almost seems so in appropriate.
I looked over at Dan, he tries his best in situations like this, trying everything to keep me safe, keep me calm. But he doesn't realise that it's usually me. Dans vulnerable, soft even. I would never say this though as I don't want to break this 'heroic' figure he has going on
--
We reached the end of the road before something horrific happened, making me and Dan gasp in utter disgust and fear. A middle aged man, around his 30's, violently swept up an innocent pigeon and forcefully bit off its head. We were stood there, shocked, speechless.
Did he have mental issues? Did he somehow manage to escape a metal institution? We had no idea but the real fear struck when he sharply locked eyes with us, blood dripping down onto his now stained shirt. He moved so fast, at such a short amount of time.
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. All my body managed to do was stand there and wait for what was about to come. Dan quickly grabbed my hand and that's when the realisation really sunk in, I had watched countless movies, every movie, you name it.
Was this a zombie? The first of thousands? We're we really aware? I couldn't be to sure but we ran, we ran faster then we've ever ran before and before we knew it, we were at our apartment buildings, one of the many advantages to being tall.
Dan still hadn't let go off my hand and if I'm being honest, I didn't want him too. I felt safe but by the expression and his rapid of breathing, he didn't. I had no idea whether it was actually caused by the traumatic experience or maybe because Dan actually ran.
"Dan, are you okay?" I asked, breathing heavily and sweat dripping down onto my cheeks, making them look like tears.
"Yeah... Have you been crying Phil?" He studies me, looking concerned, "No, it's sweat" I answered laughing. Anything could happen and even then, Dan howell still manages to make me smile but it's definitely more about being cautious and this is when Dan really has to bring out any sort of heroic figure he has inside of him.
I just really hope I don't lose him.
