Meeting Prince Harry in an Apocalypse

Day 1 - Jeanna (Part 2)

As Jeanna and Harry reached the edge of New York, the once-bustling streets were eerily quiet. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the debris-strewn pavement. Military roadblocks loomed ahead, their barriers creating an imposing line that separated them from whatever lay beyond.

"We need to find shelter," Jeanna said, glancing nervously at the encroaching darkness.

"Agreed. Let's keep moving," Harry replied, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

They quickened their pace, moving cautiously as they navigated through the rubble. The atmosphere was thick with tension. Harry threw out questions to keep the mood light. "So, what's your favorite musical? I feel like we could use a good show tune right about now."

Jeanna chuckled softly. "Definitely not the one where everyone dies at the end."

He smiled, his eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. "Good call. Maybe something more upbeat, like Mamma Mia! But then again, that's just a lot of people trying to dodge life's problems with singing."

She looked at him, her heart lightening.

"You know, it seems wrong to be laughing after everything. Your wife... Just died." Harry's expression turned serious for a moment, the weight of his loss evident. "but it's the only way I know how to cope with such tragedy. If I don't laugh, I think I might just... I don't know, crumble."

Jeanna nodded in understanding. "We all need our ways to cope. Laughter is just a little brighter than the darkness."

"Exactly." He paused, then smirked. "Besides, if I can't laugh at my life, what's the point? It's like living in a Shakespearean tragedy without the fun of the soliloquies."

As they continued walking, they spotted an abandoned house a few yards away. Jeanna and Harry exchanged glances. "Looks promising," Jeanna said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Let's check it out," Harry replied, leading the way. They pushed the creaky door open and peered inside.

The room was dimly lit by the fading light, and a group of people huddled together in a corner, their faces etched with worry and fatigue. Just like before, the scene was one of quiet desperation.

"Looks like we're not the only ones seeking shelter," Harry observed.

Mark stepped forward cautiously, weapon at the ready. "Who's there?"

"I'm Harry," he said, with a tired smile, gesturing to the woman next to him. "And this is Jeanna."

Sydney's eyes widened, and she let out a low whistle. "Broadway star and a prince. This day just keeps getting weirder."

Later that night, Jeanna stirred awake, her senses heightened. She glanced around the room, taking in the sleeping figures before her eyes landed on Harry. He was sitting by the window, eyes fixed on the darkened street, his phone in hand.

"Up already?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder as she sat up.

"Can't sleep," she admitted, rubbing her eyes.

Harry sighed, staring at his phone. "Still no signal. I half-expect Buckingham to send their bird messengers for me at this point."

Jeanna laughed softly, the sound breaking the heavy silence. "Right? Imagine a little pigeon showing up with royal news in the middle of a zombie apocalypse."

"'Good evening, Your Highness. Bad news, I'm afraid. Zombies everywhere, but here's a lovely note from the Queen!'" he quipped, his tone mock-serious.

Jeanna chuckled, shaking her head. "I can see it now. The bird flapping in, dodging zombies like it's on a mission."

Harry leaned back against the wall, a smirk on his face. "And the note would probably read: 'Dear Harry, do try to avoid the undead. They can be rather unsightly.'"

"Would you write back?" Jeanna asked, raising an eyebrow. "What would you say? 'Dear Granny, I'm doing my best, but it's hard to find good help these days, what with all the zombies and all.'"

"Absolutely!" Harry replied, his eyes twinkling. "And I'd sign it, 'Your loving grandson, still battling the hordes for the crown.'"

Jeanna grinned, the tension of the day lifting with their banter. "Who knew we'd find ourselves in a situation like this? It's almost... absurd."

"Absurd doesn't even begin to cover it," Harry said, chuckling. "I mean, last week I was at a charity gala, and now I'm fighting off zombies and sharing a house with you."

"Quite the career change," Jeanna quipped, leaning back against the wall next to him. 

Harry's gaze lingered on Jeanna, the moment stretching between them like a taut string. She felt the weight of his eyes.

"Uh, well," Jeanna stammered, breaking the moment. "I should probably check on the others." She stood up, trying to shake off the feeling. "You keep up the good work on watch..."

"I will."