Libre {L.S}

Libre, free. Free from what? The mess of the world out here? There is no escaping that, everyone dies, everyone turns. What are they free from? People like us? Probably.
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Louis Tomlinson lives in a world of blood, gore, and well, zombies. Everyone does these days; some people just have it better than others in this fucked up world. Louis and his sister Félicité have been on the run since the beginning, trying to find their family, or what might be left of it. Louis is the man in charge of a small group just fighting to survive.
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Harry Styles doesn't look like the kind of person that would survive in this world. Well, he's not. The only reason he is still alive is because of the community his mum built, Libre. It's been four years and he has never once left the safety of the walls, the only bit of freedom he has is when his step dad lets him sit on the watch post with him. No new survivors have found their way to the community since the beginning of the year, well, that is until one day a group shows up at the front gates.

TRIGGER WARNINGS!! Self harm, mentions of suicide

(The original fic is Libre by potters_malfoy on ao3 but they haven't updated since 1D was still together so im gonna attempt to finish it 🥲)