A day in the life of a Hamilton Fan

Zombie/Red String AU

(Ok so basically this one is like a zombie apocalypse and red string AU mixed together. Anyway, what's happening right now is that Eliza died so Alex and Philip are on their own...or so they think.)
Alexander's POV~

"I'm sorry, Philip. But momma isn't here..."I explain slowly as Philip sobs. How was I supposed to explain to a four year old that their mother just got turned into a zombie?

"B-b-but I-i waaaaaaannnntt herrrrrr!" Philip cried as I finished up nailing wood over the all the back windows of the the car. I scooped Philip up, gently rocking him back and forth.

"I know Philip. I miss her too. But we have to keep moving. It's not safe here." I gently place Philip in the passenger side of the car as I climb into the drivers seat. I throw a yellow bag from the garage in the back.

"Where are we going daddy?" Philip sniffled.

"We're going to check up on Uncle Hercules and Uncle Lafayette at their store. I need you to be a big boy helper, though. If you see any bad things I need you to scream as loud as you can so I can get rid of them. Ok?"

Philip nodded with wide eyes, "ok daddy."

The car drive to Laf and Herc's weapon store was surprisingly quiet. Which was a good thing in my opinion.

When we finally arrived I opened the car door ajar and peeked outside. Not a zombie in sight.

I slowly grabbed the bag from the back and slid out of the car. I went over to the passenger side and unbuckled Pip before balancing him on my hip. I held my finger up to my lip as if to say, 'shhhhhhh.'

Philip nodded and gave me a little 'ok' sign.

I tip toed to the door of the shop, slowly pushing it open.

Creeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkk.

I winced as the sound seemed ten times louder than usual. Pip wrapped his green blankie around him, "daddy? This place gives me the spooks..." he whispered softly. I nodded in agreement.

I slowly walked into the store. There was no trace of Hercules or Lafayette. I sighed as I began to fill the yellow duffel bag with all the weapons I could. Pistols, revolvers, rifles, ammo, and even a katana.

"Hercules? Lafayette?" I softly called out. There was a long silence and the a groan from a nearby closet.

Groaaaaaaan. BANG. BANG. Groaaaaaaaan.

I quickly pulled out one of the guns and aimed it at the closet door when someone popped up from behind the store counter.

Hercules.

"Oh my god! Alex! Philip! Thank god you guys are alive!" Hercules exclaimed happily, ignoring the sounds coming from the closet.

"Uncle Hercy!" Philip squealed happily.

"Hey little dude!" Her chirped as he slid across the counter to come say hi. I ignored him as I kept my gun pointed at the door.

"What's in that closet?" I ask suspiciously.

Hercules' smile faltered, "none of your damn business."

"Where's Uncle Laffy?" Philip questioned, tilting his head slightly to the left.

"He's-" Hercules was cut off by a loud groan, "sick."

My eyes narrow as I put two and two together. I set philip down on the counter and cover his ears, "why are you keeping a zombie Lafayette locked up in your damn closet?!" I hiss.

Hercules gritted his teeth, "for once, Alexander, learn when to shut up and leave."

I growl as I scoop Philip up, "good day, Mister Mulligan."

"Good day, Mister Hamilton."

Philips POV~

Uncle Hercy didn't come with us. He said that Uncle Laffy was sick and that he had to take care of him but I think he was fibbing. I told daddy as soon as we got out of the store.

"Daddy? I think Uncle Hercy was lyin' when he said Laffy was sick. I think Laffy got a boo boo from one of da bad things." I held onto my blanket tightly as Daddy set me down in the car chair and helped buckle me up. He carefully put the big yellow bag in the back and got into the seat next to me.

"I think your right Pippy. I think your right." Daddy focused on the road and I thought he might want me to be quiet so I didn't say anything.

The person running outside did.

Samuel's POV~

"I DONT WANNA DIIIIIIIEEEEE!" I scream as four zombies chase after me. I had been running for a good thirty minutes straight and they still hadn't stopped chasing me.

I thought for sure I was going to be their lunch.

Until a small green car pulled up. A man jumped out of the drivers seat.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

He fires the gun in his hands six times before shouting, "GET IN!"

He doesn't have to tell me twice.

I climb into the backseat as he slams down in the gas pedal, the car lurching forward and causing me to tumble of my seat.

"Hi, I'm Alexander, and I'll be your Uber for today, where are you going, Seabury?"

"T-t-to Frederick's house. Make a left then two rights."

Alexander nodded as he sped down the road. The child I presumed was his son hugged into a blanket tightly.

Suddenly, Hamilton slammed on the breaks, "We're here! Hope you enjoyed your Uber ride, have a great day!"

I silently get out of the car, glad I survived the ride.

Alex's POV~

After driving for about an hour, the sun was starting to set. I decided it was about time me and Philip found a place to sleep at for the night.

I yawned as I spotted a huge house. We hadn't seen any zombies for a while so I decided that it was a safe enough neighborhood. I parked the car in the drive way and picked a sleepy Philip up, along with the bag full of weapons.

The katana sliced the doorknob clean off.

"Nice,"I whispered as I pushed the door open as quietly as I could. I flicked the lights in seeing as the place seemed absolutely deserted.

Philip frowned, "Dis isn't our house."

"I know Pippy but we get to sleep here for the night."

"Why is you red stringy gone?"

"It went bye bye when momma went bye bye," I whisper softly as I set him down on the floor, sitting down next to him. I began to sort through the weapons.

"I like dis house. Da mailbox was purples."

I nod as I continue to count. Until...

Creaaaaaaak.

I grab Philip with one arm and the katana in the other, whipping around and holding the sword out.

It's inches away from someone's chest.

Someone with poofy brown hair and a smirk.

"Well if it isn't Hamilwhore. Thought for sure you had died~"

Jeffershit.