Dan moves closer. Kneels in front of Phil. Takes his hands.
An abandoned broadcast tower on a crumbling hill. The dead are clustered below, mindless, groaning. Inside, DAN and PHIL have been holed up for three days. Their supplies are gone. Phil’s leg is wrapped in a dirty bandage — a bite, barely hidden from Dan’s full knowledge.
: “Feel that? That’s me not letting go. That’s me, every hour since the first siren. You want to be brave? Then stay annoying. Stay alive. Say something stupid right now.” the walking dead phan 12
: “And if the station is empty?”
(voice cracking): “Don’t.”
He clicks the transmitter off. The red light fades.
: “Would it have changed anything? You’d have carried me faster? Left me slower?” Dan moves closer
(looking at his leg): “This isn’t an if, Dan. This is a when.”
: “And you’re literally crying.”
Dan moves closer. Kneels in front of Phil. Takes his hands.
An abandoned broadcast tower on a crumbling hill. The dead are clustered below, mindless, groaning. Inside, DAN and PHIL have been holed up for three days. Their supplies are gone. Phil’s leg is wrapped in a dirty bandage — a bite, barely hidden from Dan’s full knowledge.
: “Feel that? That’s me not letting go. That’s me, every hour since the first siren. You want to be brave? Then stay annoying. Stay alive. Say something stupid right now.”
: “And if the station is empty?”
(voice cracking): “Don’t.”
He clicks the transmitter off. The red light fades.
: “Would it have changed anything? You’d have carried me faster? Left me slower?”
(looking at his leg): “This isn’t an if, Dan. This is a when.”
: “And you’re literally crying.”
