Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Frost," I mutter. "But we weren't lucky enough to get either ending." Disclaimer: this story takes partly after the walking dead's idea, but it's a different storyline with different characters and it's not meant to be a fanfiction