Keith takes a few deep breaths before continuing. "If only I was faster. If I didn't waste time. I could've saved you." "Stop with the 'if's' and 'what could've happened', Keith. It is what it is and it's not your fault. Who knows, maybe even if you got there earlier it would've still ended up like this." Keith swallows past the lump in his throat. "... I'll miss you," he confesses, his voice small. [There are elements of a few zombie AU's in this fanfic, mostly The Walking Dead and The Last of Us]

A book of Dan and Phil one-shots, ranging from 300-3000 words, fluff to angst, and shitty to slightly less shitty writing. Enjoy your stay.