Dan’s POV
I awoke to the sound of ear bursting scream. Jumping from my bed, I ran towards the sound, a low sense of fear rising in my chest. I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching Phil standing by the kitchen sink, staring wide eyed at his hand which was pouring with blood. “Jesus Christ what did you do?!” I cried, staring at the blood which was now dripping onto the floor. “I cut my hand on this stupid thing” Phil replied, raising a knife that was in his other hand. He threw it back in the sink, the knife clattering against the rest of the washing up. I sighed and leaned against the doorway. “Phil is 9:30 am, don’t you sleep or something?” I said, slightly annoyed. There was a brief moment of silence. We stared at each other from across the room; the pain in my best friend’s eyes was almost heartbreaking. I tilted my head to the side, a thin smile spreading across my face; my heart beating faster. Phil quickly looked down at his hand, grabbing a cloth to try and stop the bleeding.
I ran my fingers through my hair, walking towards him. “Do you want my help?” I asked. He said nothing, refusing to meet my eye as he held his hand over the sink, blood dripping everywhere. I wandered over to the medicine cabinet, rubbing my eyes, taking out the first aid kit we kept in the cupboard before dragging my zombie like body over to Phil. I placed the box on the counter, raising his head with my hand. I felt my eyes lock onto his, those beautiful blue eyes which were so adorably innocent, as I offered him a sympathetic smile. “Let me help you” I said softly, taking him by the hand and examined it. We stood there in the silence, neither one of us daring to say a word. What was I doing? I mean I was helping out a friend, my best friend, but that rising feeling in my chest just wouldn’t go away. I wasn’t gay. Of course I wasn’t. I mean I had a girlfriend for three years before I met Phil. Could I really have feelings for him? It didn’t matter either way. He would never understand nor feel for me as I do for him.
Phil’s POV
Dan let go of my hand as he turned to open the first aid kit. The room felt like it was spinning. I hated the sight of blood but I didn’t want him to see me faint; god knows that would worry him. I felt bad for waking him up like that, I could be so clumsy sometimes, but to see him with his hobbit hair it was almost worth it. He took out an antiseptic wipe and began cleaning the blood off my hand. Blood dripped onto his white pyjama top as he carefully cleaned me up. I winced at the pain, it was horrible, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Without realising, I stared him for a moment, fantasising how he would look up from cleaning my hand, flash that cute little smile he did so often, brush a strand of hair off my face and cup my face with hand before leaning in to...“So how did you do it?” Dan asked without looking up; breaking my thoughts. “I...umm... couldn’t sleep so I thought I wash up and I caught my hand on the knife” I replied, my cheeks burning red. He looked up, giving me a confused look. “You couldn’t sleep so you thought you’d wash up? You’re so weird sometimes” he said laughing.
I giggled, my face bright red. He was right; it was a stupid thing to do. I hadn’t been able to sleep properly for a while. All I could do was think about him and every little thing in this apartment reminded me of him; it was killing me. We had been best friends for years and I know we are supposed to tell each other everything but he didn’t know I was gay. I suppose just didn’t know how to tell him; sometimes I wish I could just open up everything to him and just tell him how I felt but Dan was straight and so unbelievably gorgeous; he would never look at me like that.
He bandaged up my hand, his soft skin entwining with mine, making my heart melt. I didn’t want him to stop. His touch alone was enough to make me weak at the knees. He tied the bandage in a knot and flashed that stupid, lopsided smile. “There you go, what would you do without me eh?” He said. I said nothing, only smiled. He put the box back in the cupboard and made us both a coffee. “So what are we going to do today then?” I asked. Dan wrapped his hands around the cup, warming his hands. “Oh I dunno, probably spend about two hours on the internet, go out, come home and spend the rest of the night on tumblr” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. I nodded, gently flexing my hand, wincing at the pain. “How’s the hand?” He asked, a look of concern spreading across his face. “Its fine, bit sore though. Looks like you’ll be doing the washing up for a while” I said, grinning. His eyes narrowed. “I bet you planned this didn’t you! I’m onto you Phillip Lester” he joked.
Dan’s POV
A while later, we switched on the TV and began flicking through channels. Phil sat on the other end of the sofa, curled up in a ball. He looked so sweet bless him; I would give anything to wrap my arms him. I cautiously gazed over at him from my end of the sofa, watching him as he glued himself to the TV with interest. I hadn’t felt this way about someone before; this feeling of excitement and fear when I made eye contact with him or when he did something cute which made my heart melt.
I was so lost in these thoughts that I didn’t notice Phil’s sudden change of expression. I didn’t notice the sheer panic that suddenly erupted in his voice. I didn’t notice him calling my name. It was only when he stood up to look outside the window that the world came back into view. I look at the TV which was switched over to the BBC News. I felt my mouth drop in horror as I saw the images of destruction and riots on the streets all over the world.
Cameron has further stated that the UK is now in a state of quarantine. All routes out of the country have been suspended until further notice. As an increasing number of reports of people being attacked by the infected, we urge you to stay in your homes, make no attempt to rescue loved ones.
The transmission suddenly cut to a white noise. I stared blindly at the screen, unable to take in what was just said. Since when was Britain under quarantine? “Dan...” Phil called out, fear rising in his voice. I walked over to the window and peered outside. London was in chaos. People were scrambling into cars and trying to escape from a huge crowd of people. Is this what the news was talking about?
Phil’s POV
The TV was right. This truly was judgement day. I watched as a woman was dragged to the floor by a two men and savagely killed. I looked over to Dan, his face filled with horror. “What are we going to do?” I asked him, my voice trembling. He shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the window. He stormed off to his room. I followed him to find him packing his clothes in a bag. “Dan...Dan...DAN what are you doing?” I cried grabbing by the shoulders, shaking him a little. He looked into my eyes, my heart skipped a beat. He sighed. “Phil, we can’t stay here, we’ve got to leave London, its not safe anymore” He said softly. I dropped my arms, looking down at the floor. “We can’t just leave, this is our home! You saw what it’s like outside, what if when you step outside something happens to us” I said, panicking. I couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt. I went to leave the room only for Dan to grab my arm. “I just want us to be safe, please, we need to go” He said softly. I felt myself blush and quickly turned my head away. We both smiled as he turned to pack his things. “Dan” I called out quietly. He turned back to me and I found myself unable to look at him; I stared at the floor. “I...I’ll just go and pack my things” I murmured. Dan rolled his eyes and carried on packing. I walked into my room, closing the door behind me. I hit my head against the wall, crying out as a small pain throbbed against my forehead. I wish I could just tell him how I felt, I just hoped one day I could finally do it.
Will the be able to escape the on coming zombies? Will they finally be able to open up about how they feel? Let me know what you think and I'll write a second chapter!
