Welcome to my second PhanFic! This first chapter is just going to be a trial for the next few days, and if people enjoy it then I will decide whether I continue with this or not. So if you guys do enjoy this and want to see more, please let me known in the reviews or simply follow/favorite so I know that people are liking this, and so you can be alerted when the new chapters are uploaded!

For people wondering, everything is not how it seems in this particular story, and everything that's happening in the story line is not always set in stone, so don't worry! I have so much more planned for this too, and i dont want the immediate events to put you off - it will change! I hope that you can enjoy it, and if you do, please let me know!

Also check out my other PhanFic which is currently in progress, check it out on my Profile here.

*Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil, everything else is mine. Furthermore this story is not based on real life events (thankfully)*

Phil, Present

There was nothing I could do, I swear.

As we walked down the pavement, rounding the corner, I had no idea.

Just no idea.

It would be taken away from me.

My whole life would go upside down, as if it hadn't already.

Me and Dan almost running, hands in pockets, heads facing down, avoiding the desolation around our heads of London.

Or what used to be London.

Buildings still smoldering, half their foundations torn to shreds, on one side of a house could be virtually normal, the other would not exist.

The roads littered with rubble, preventing any car that had survived the horrific events from being able to drive its streets.

It had been days, even weeks, since the clash of government and people, but its effects still remained, and what once were pavements full of friendly people and busy workers, now contained lingering thief's, bankrupt beggars, and the dead. The ones who had not made it. And we would rush by, avoiding their stone cold glares; it was impossible to avoid some days.

We ran because of the complete and utter danger the war zone inflicted on us. There was a daily fear of being bombed just for walking wrong, even glancing at the wrong person. Even if you needed some food, like me and Dan, you had to accept that it was worth your life just to walk home.

But that night, was the night my life would change.

The roads were quiet. Too quiet. I felt sick from unease.

But nothing,

Nothing,

Would prepare me for the hell I was about to go through.

...

The frightful blast pierced the silence of the night, and I threw myself to the ground in a flurry of fear, feeling Dan do the same.

There were a patter of feet coming towards us.

This was it. The end. Just for some damn bread. We were going to be the end. We were going to be mutilated, like the others. For bread.

"UP!" Ordered a woman's voice, in a raspy tone, as if she had lost her voice. I didn't move.

"GET HIM UP AND AWAY NOW! WE DON'T NEED WITNESSES HERE!" She ordered someone else. And sure enough I was dragged to me feet, and I opened my eyes to find Dan.

I most definitely found him.

I found Dan laying on his back on the ground.

He was so still, so quiet.

Dan's eyes were open. Just like the innocent ones. So wide, so... empty.

There was blood everywhere.

Everywhere.

Pouring from his neck, where a gaping hole appeared.

Dan was dead.

Please let me know how this is! The story isn't going to be about just Phil dealing with death, I promise, I have big plans. Just leave me a review to let me know if I should continue this on, and I'll keep writing it. There's so much more to the plot than you think. New chapters should go up if people like this.

P.S you guys got to know now it can't be a Phanfiction withoutDan(hinting at possible chapters in the future) :)