The Undead - A Harry Styles Fanfic

It’s the beginning of the end. The apocalypse is at hand and a virus has broken out over the entire nation leaving few survivors. What happens when Autumn, one of the few survivors, has to fight her way to survive? Will she be able to concur the problems she’ll face and what will happen when she meet a curly haired singer? Read to find out! I promise you won’t be disappointed!

Disclaimer: In no way am I trying to suggest the real Harry Style’s opinions, feelings, or personality. I am only using him as a character of my imagination and am only referencing his place in society and his appearance.


21. The World Isn't Fair Anymore

When I woke up I forgot Harry was gone. It was so quiet in the room. It almost caused me to start to cry again. The days were so empty and I just let myself weave in and out of consciousness. Dylan would come in every couple of hours to check on me and say hi but he had other patients to look after. Sometimes when I was lucid I ended up charging my phone and then playing games on it. It felt normal, weird, and sad so I stopped.

During one of my states of consciousness I heard a scream, then another. Then more of them started. So many screams it reminded me of the first day. Crying and the sound of metal hitting tile floor followed the screams. I hadn’t stood much but tomorrow was the day I was leaving anyways so I got up. My head spun for a second but I recovered. I looked out the window of my hospital room that overlooked the corridor and a zombie walked by. I held back a scream and ducked below the window.

It felt like ages until the sounds started to cease a bit and I had the strength to look out the window again. There were more of them now of course. I crawled over to my bag and pulled my phone and the rest of my belongings inside zipping it shut. I stood up, shouldered the bag, and grabbed my gun. As I stood up an alarm sounded. Confused I looked up to see the fire alarm going off. I ran to the door and opened it quietly. I was welcomed by an uncomfortable blast of heat. Looking to the left was a wall of flames making its way towards me.  A zombie or person completely engulfed in flames ran by me and fell burning to the ground. I held back a shriek as the smell of burning flesh etched its way through my system. I took one look at the flames and I ran.

I stopped caring about making noise after tripping twice. The crackling of the flames was attracting the zombies like moths and they barely noticed me. I ran down to the end of the hallway finally seeing an exit door. I pushed against the door hard not stopping which caused me to hit my forehead against the door. That’ll help the concussion Autumn damn. It was locked. It was then I noticed the lockdown alarm going off. They quarantined me in.

“No!” I shouted banging on the door. “NO! NO! NO!”

“Move!” I heard shouted behind me.

“Dyl?” I asked as he broke down the door. We ran down the exit stairs and out the door not spotting any zombies on the way. Finally we spilled out the door and into the rain.

“Are you ok?” Dylan asked.

“I’m fine.” I replied.

I looked down at myself. I wasn’t burned anywhere and I was still clean so I fared pretty well. I looked up at Dylan who was wearing a pair of lime green shorts and a t-shirt as well. He had a beanie on his head and looked like he was just sleeping because of the bags under his eyes.

“What happened?” I asked softly.

“I’m not totally sure but I think one of the guards got infected before they could call lockdown and then the madness started.” He sighed.

We sat for a moment letting the rain fall and hit the ground. We just lost another safe haven. I don’t need to ask Dylan to know that thousands of people just died and I survived. Again.

“We could go find Harry now.” Dylan smiled. I felt my stomach flutter at the sound of his name and I tried to retain my excitement at seeing him again.

“You just want to go so we can see One Direction.” I laughed.

“Ya! So?” He smiled.

I laughed and we started to walk towards my goal, to the safe haven, to Harry.


Dylan and I walked in the rain for hours. The world had become even more barren in the last week. There was no one here not even on the busiest streets and since there were no people no zombies were here either. I wonder if they can starve. Probably not they’re dead but that would be amazing, so many problems would be solved.

The rain finally stopped after a while and the sun came out which dried out our clothes. We made it about 10 miles that day before we had to stop and take cover in a broken car.

“Dylan why are we stopping?” I asked confused. We were only a mile out of downtown LA and only about 4 from the safe haven.

“Not much has changed since the world ended despite the lack of people. There are still horrible psycho people in the world only they have increased in number. There is an unspoken rule that at night they have free reign.” Dylan stated no hint of joking or happy Dylan in his eyes, only seriousness. He seemed to have matured 10 years in 10 seconds.

“That’s not fair.” I protested.

“But the world isn’t fair anymore.” He replied eerily. He gave me a small sad smile and curled up, falling asleep.

I lay awake thinking about what he said, ‘The word isn’t fair anymore’. What a perfect way to describe the situation. You’d think as the world ends everyone gets a chance to be happy. Everyone gets to say goodbye everyone gets to enjoy their last moments but that doesn’t make sense in the grand scheme of things because death isn’t fair. Life isn’t really fair either and now the world just reflects it. The day is the hope the survivors have the hope that we will find the ones we care about and find a way to keep living. As usual my thoughts drifted to Harry. I always had this feeling in the corner of my mind that he didn’t make it, that I would find him somewhere as a creature walking towards me. That’s the night, the darkness. The other side of the world the part that is cruel is the people who don’t make it, who have to live this out alone. There is that strange all powering hope that tells us to keep going till we find someone but when there’s no one how do you keep going. Some people like the man at the gas station would put a gun to their own families head .I knew I would have to put a bullet in my families head I wouldn’t let them keep killing people they wouldn’t want that. No one would want that. I would do the same for Harry and Sam. God if I lost them I don’t know what I would do.

I awoke to Dylan shaking me. It was dawn and I was about to speak but he gestured for me to be quiet. Peeking out of the car I could see zombies, a whole tribe of them, wandering the street. I got up and grabbed my stuff trying to make as little noise as possible. We made our way through the streets like field mice, we barely made any sound at all and they didn’t attack us, that is until we reached downtown LA.

I thought the regular streets were full of destruction and mayhem but boy was I wrong. Glass was shattered everywhere, buildings were collapsed, cars were overturned, and corpses of people lay everywhere. To make the whole thing more horrific smoke and fog covered the whole city and creatures were everywhere. It was basically impossible for us to not make noise so we ran quickly through the streets collecting a posse as we ran. We had to stop every once and a while to let them pass us but we continued to run at a steady pace. The only thing keeping me going was adrenaline as I jumped over broken glass and debris.

Finally in the distance I could see the huge sign that read Redbury. Smiling I picked up my pace my goal in sight. The group behind us continued to grow. We turned the last corner and my heart soared. I looked ahead at the Redbury hotel, which was completely blocked by a huge 18-wheeler in the road and another group of creatures. We were trapped. I turned to face the creatures that had been following us and I raised my gun. I looked at Dylan who had a sad understanding look on his face. I was going to die. I was this close to my goal and I was going to die. I was never going to see Harry or my family again. It was over.

“We might as well die trying right?” I smiled sadly.

Looking in the aim of the gun I started shooting. The sound attracted them into a circle around us. I kept shooting as many as I could as fast as I could. At one point I pushed Dylan into a squatting position so I could get a better view of all of them. It seemed like the group was getting smaller so I smiled and went shot crazy, shooting as fast as I could sometimes hitting each zombie twice. That was the biggest mistake of my life. The group kept getting closer and I grinned arrogantly cocking my gun again only to discover that the gun was empty. I was out of bullets.

 Dylan and I met eyes again a panicked look in our eyes. I grabbed the gun like a bat and was about to pounce before I heard the sound of a gunshot behind me. The creature in front of me fell. I squatted covering my head as a machine gun sounded taking out all of the creatures around us. Finally there was silence. I turned around to see our saviors. I couldn’t see their faces very well except that there were three guys and two girls all of them standing on the 18-wheeler guns in hand. One of the guys hoped down off of the 18-wheeler and made his way towards us. When I could see his face I had a weird sense of recognition but I couldn’t place him.

“Are you ok?” He asked and I could hear a British accent. He had light brown hair messily styled on his head and green eyes.

“Holy shit its Louis Tomlinson.” I heard Dylan murmur beside me. I looked back at Louis meeting the eyes of Harry’s best friend.

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