Harry and louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned.

Louis is in the middle of a Zombie apocalypse. Of all the ways he imagined the world would end, this was not it. He lives in a military base camp, among people who are fighting against this along side his mother, who has become General Johanna. He doesn't think the people they're killing are actually dead, but no one will hear a word of it. He believes they're just sick. After all, it's impossible to die and then come back to life acting like a monster. Right? Harry is dead. At least, that's what he believes. That's the strange thing about it, not the dead part, but the believing. The dead don't feel, the dead don't believe, but he does. He believes with his whole dead heart and nonexistent soul that he can get out of this state between life and death. The thing is, Harry doesn't want to die. That's why he's never ended his life groaning and eating innocent people. Would he even call it a life if he was technically dead? He wonders, if not, then what would he call it? Maybe just existing. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' A/N: I'm hoping you guys will like the rewritten version of this, and I hope I will too so I will have the motivation to write it till the end for you guys ^.^ DISCLAIMER: This story is based on Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion.