Collection of Phan Oneshots

Early Sunsets over Monroeville

Everything started last summer. But then again, everything also ended last summer. That's when the outbreak of zombies began in London, England. It was what seemed like only the work of science fiction films. But it was far worse. This was actually real. And Dan, Phil, Louise, Zoe, Tanya, Jim, Alfie, and PJ were the only ones left in that area. It wasn't as bad as it was in the beginning. Only few zombies wandered through their town but they were well prepared so it was almost like a video game come to reality for them. Dan and Phil were currently hanging out in their flat with the other survivors in their flat, the doors all locked shut. It was starting to get dark, another long day of survival about to end.

Dan was sitting with them, he was scared because there were many that were constantly dying from the zombies. They survived today but any day could he their last. The zombies killed many last year but not as bad as this year. The zombies liked best to wander at night. So, they stayed inside, keeping everything locked.

Phil was sitting next to Dan, his arms wrapped around his waist. All that could be heard were screams and the sounds of zombies being beaten to their second death. Those were the normal sounds of every night. Phil sighed, leaning his head against Dan's shoulder. After the outbreak, everyday was treated like their last. Because who knew if it was? Phil hoped they would survive. That they would survive through it and be alive to tell their story. Phil turned on Muse's album so that he could drown out all of the awful sounds.

Dan leaned his head on Phils as the Zombies pounded against the windows, making loud screeching noises. He tried to focus on the music even tho the sounds from outside were very loud. He wondered if they would get through it or if they would die. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying not the think about it too much

Phil looked up at him and kissed his cheek softly. He looked towards the window, seeing the zombie scratching at it. Phil closed the curtains and lay his head back against Dan's. He shut his eyes like he did everytime, hoping that this was all one big nightmare and that he'd wake up and everything would be okay. But it never worked. It wasn't a nightmare. It was real.

Dan sighed, he checked the time it was getting late and he feeling a bit tired. He yawned quietly and kissed Phil's chin. The zombie didn't leave their window. Even tho they could not see it, he herd it against the window, screaming and scratching

Phil was beginning to feel tired as well. He hoped that they would survive again tomorrow and that everything would be alright. He yawned a bit, laying down on the bed and holding Dan tight.

Dan closed his eyes, he loved falling asleep. His dreams were always calm and peaceful. Unlike their life at the moment. He held Phil beside him and snuggled close

Phil held him tight, shutting his eyes and shortly falling asleep. The night passed on quickly and morning soon approached them. Morning light peaked through the curtains. The zombie from last night was no longer there and replaced by splashes of blood which Phil assumed was the zombie. Today was the day where him and Dan would raid the shops near them to collect about a weeks worth of food so they wouldn't have to go out and face the zombies everyday. Phil was not looking forward to that at all. It was his least favorite day of the week. It was the day where any one of them had a high chance of being

Dan woke up that morning and sat up in bed. He noticed what day it was and groaned. The zombies seemed quiet, he could still hear them but not as loud. He hopped that no would we be bitten today. He mostly worried about Phil, Dan didn't want to lose him

Phil sat up, looking towards Dan and sighing. He was so worried about losing him. Phil stood up, picking out his clothes and getting dressed in the bathroom then heading to the back of their room where they kept their weapons. Phil wished they weren't needed. He grabbed two guns and walked back to the bed, sitting down and putting the guns on the table beside their bed. They always went to the shops right away so they could get it over