A/N: Two stories in one day? I am on fire! I wrote this while listening to some random music and I had just watched some Walking Dead, so this idea just hit me. It was like "Bam, baby!" It hurt a bit (no im just kidding, it didn't hurt. Much!) .

Disclaimer: I don't own these shows and all of that other legal stuff.

John had seen it from where he was and even at that distance he was, it made his eyes prick with tear. He jeted across the street, one thought running through his panicking mind: Sherlock. Sherlock. Sherlock. He stabs anything in his way, shooting the others. He tries to get through the large group of walkers, just trying to get to his friend.

That's when he hears it: the scream.

Sherlock's scream.

The ex-soldier feels adrenaline rush through him and he takes out at least fifteen walkers. He gets in the small house. The sight he sees makes his knees weak. Around the couch was a pile of dead bodies, one just sliding down to join the others. The doctor looks into the detective's eyes, seeing the fear in them.

Sherlock was clutching his bleeding arm and John knew he was already too late. His worst fears had came true. He slams the door shut, barrucading it quickly. Then he goes over to his friend's side, taking his hand. They don't speak for a moment, both trying to accept what was going to happen next. It's the dying man who speaks first.

"John, it's not your fault." He says gently. John looks into his eyes, tears falling down his face.

"Yes it is, Sher. I left you alone while you were injured", He gestures towards the younger man's broken leg, "and then you got bit. So yes it is my bloody fault!" He snaps, hearing the detective sigh. "I'm so sorry."

"I know you are and I forgive you." Sherlock replies softly. John grips his hand tighter, as of doing so would keep him alive longer. "John, I've always loved you." Sherlock admits, looking into John's eyes.

"I have always loved you also, Sherlock." John kisses his friend's hand, getting tears on its pale surface. "I won't be able to go on without you, you know that right?" Sherlock nods, feeling his life already beginning to slip away as the fever burn his whole body up.

"Let's do it, together." Sherlock whispers, pulling out his gun. John nods, taking his out also. John leans forward and kisses Sherlock in the lips, knowing it will be the last and only way he will express his feelings for Sherlock before they both die. He kisses Sherlock's forehead gently, tasting his sweet skin for the first and last time, ever.

"Ready?" The detective asks, cocking his gun. John nods, copying him. Sherlock makes room for John on the small couch, pulling him into his arms. "I love you, John, and I always have."

"Sam here, Sherlock. The day I first met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Well when you think about it, you technically are." Sherlock jokes weakly, his voice beginning to break. "On five, okay?"

"Okay, Sherlock."

"One...," They get a good grip on their guns."Two..." They point the guns

at the other's temple,"Three..." Their hands come together tightly. "Four..." One last kiss and then they close their eyes for good. "Five."

The triggers are pulled.

Review and more angst and Johnlock will come! ;)