Dear Phil,
It's been two years, two years since it happened. Since the start of the end. I remember when it first happened too. You came home eyes scared, face ashen. You told me that we had to go that it would all make sense in time. I didn't even give a second guess as I packed a bag with my important items.
Do you remember what happened Phil, how I found out. I do, it's the only thought that runs through my head every time I go out.
You had rented a car, it was filled with bags and random boxes. I didn't ask any questions as I turned on the radio and you immediately shut it off. I remember the buildings turning into fields, fields turning into trees. I still hadn't seen them, I had no clue of what was happening. Do you remember what I said Phil.
"Wow it's so empty" I stared at the roads in astonishment. "I wonder what's happened"
You said nothing Phil just kept driving.
It happened when we got here, to the farm house. You got out of the car and immediately told me to carry the bags in. I didn't protest as I made a grab for the bags that were filled with food.
I remember the heartbreak on your face the horror I felt as they stumbled out of the door. I threw up when I saw their guts hanging out and how they snapped at you. I immediately yanked you back and grabbed the nearest rock.
You punched me as their blood splattered on my clothes. That was the only time you've hurt me Phil and I forgive you for it, they were your parents after all.
Yours truly, Dan
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Yours Truly
Hayran KurguHere's to us Phil, to all the amazing things you made me feel and the amazing life we lived. Sincerely, Dan This is a zombie apocalypse story told through letters that dan writes.
