Hands of Fire, Arms of Ice

An Americest fanfiction

He wasn't sure how he had gotten here. He didn't know why he was stuck with such an idiot. He didn't know why there were so many idiots... or why he was the only smart person around.
Allen didn't know why or how he and Alfred had died, but he felt as if they were the same somehow...

Alfred didn't think about much, but the man who followed him thought enough for both of them. He didn't care much about what had happened to the world around him, or the people who had slowly become more and more like himself. He was aware that he wasn't the brightest person in the world, but he was sure that he knew what was best for him. And what was best was food.

//this is a zombie apocalypse story. It's based off of a tumblr prompt I found while looking at funny pictures. It is about a zombie and a ghost from the same body and their struggles as they wander the Earth along with the rest of the dead, as well as those few who survive.
//it will be a romance, because before you can love someone else you must first love yourself. Or something sentimental like that.
//I just thought that the prompt was interesting tbh.