Dear Phil,
I got a grip of this world faster than you and that's okay. Years of video games had prepared me for this Phil, I grew up reading about this happening.
You cried for 2 months straight, as I boarded up the windows and filled the tubs with water, you sat in your old room crying. I don't blame you for that either Phil, for leaving me to do all the hard work. I grabbed all your mothers seeds and planted them in the garden, I remember grabbing the seed packet for your favorite flowers . I specifically planted them out in the field so that in the spring a field full of forget-me-nots would bloom.
You were so happy when you finally stepped out of the house late April, remember how proud I was Phil. It had taken you six months to step out of the house and you were so happy.
You saw the field of blue and immediately kissed me and apologized for not being of any help. I remember hugging you tightly and whispering in your ear how it was okay and how much I loved you.
You were so happy Phil, we danced in the living room to your parents old battery powered radio, I made you food out of all the vegetables in the garden, we had so much fun picking out weeds, we were so happy.
I don't blame you for what you did Phil, even if it does keep me up at night. But I could never be angry at you, not even for hurting me this bad.
Yours truly, Dan
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Yours Truly
FanficHere'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.
