The End of the World As They Knew It

by rossthedivorceforce

A virus, mutated and developed in the depths of space, brought to Earth on a meteor. The inhabitants of the planet, transformed into hideous zombies that prey on any other living thing. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson will do whatever it takes to survive. (Rated T but the story may not merit it… at this point I'm not really sure exactly how it will turn out). More coming.

1. Chapter 1

If anyone was prepared for a zombie apocalypse, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were.

They'd done all the necessary research, bought all the necessary weapons, made all the necessary upgrades to their house. "Yes," they'd tell concerned neighbours when asked, albeit wearily. "We're prepared for the end of human civilisation as we know it. We're prepared."

They all liked to say it, of course. If nothing else, they all liked to reassure themselves. It was human nature. But as an ex-army doctor and a genius detective, Sherlock and John were better prepared than most. It was Mrs Hudson they were worried about.

"Nothing interesting on the news," Sherlock announced as John walked into the room.

"Nothing about the meteor?"

"Still six days away yet."

"And you don't classify that as interesting?"

"Six days is too long."

"Too long?" John said incredulously. "Are you hearing yourself? You realise that this meteor is carrying a virus on it, right? And you realise it's probably going to turn every living thing into a zombie? When it comes it's not going to be a tea party."

"It's not going to be boring either," Sherlock countered. "I'm bored, John. There are no cases coming through. The police don't care about deaths anymore, because there's going to be a whole lot more in a week's time."

"Sherlock, concentrate," John said. "We need to figure out what to do about Mrs Hudson. Let's face it, she's not in any state to be fighting zombies."

Sherlock simply shrugged, much to his flatmate's dismay. "Do you even care?" John demanded. "Do you want Mrs Hudson to survive, Sherlock? Because I sure as hell do!"

Now Sherlock concentrated, because if there was one thing he cared about it was Mrs Hudson's life. "John, you need to stay calm," he said soothingly. "Of course I want Mrs Hudson to live. And I'll look after her. I'll be damned if I'll let anything happen to her."

John allowed himself to smile slightly. He'd been stressed recently. Sherlock had barely been paying attention to their impending doom, so it had been John who had to buy the weapons, to read up on what to do, to make a plan. Yes, he'd been stressed. But they were going to be alright, weren't they?

They were going to be alright.