Harry was an absolute sweetheart and the one you went to the most through tough times since he seemed best at keeping his spirit up compared to the others, but lately you’ve been suspecting he’d been bottling up his feelings.

He was always so positive and during times like this, your not bound to be positive all the time, so you asked him about it and he didn’t seem all too thrilled about the question

after a few moments of silence his expression changed, looking more distressed and visibly upset. From your spot on the roof bench, he started down at the dead street. The area looked like a ghost town, like it’d been abandoned for years, with only the occasional zombie still nearby.

he frowned as he watched them stumble off. Eventually he spoke up “I..” *he sighed “do you think..do you think we’ll survive?” You knew what he was talking about of course, it wasn’t hard to figure out “this has gone on for months now and nothing has improved, if anything, it’s only gotten worse with everyone disappearing or somehow ending up dead..” he glanced at you