Hello everybody!
this is a Starter i wrote for use on Omegle! many have asked me to make it into a fan fiction.
and due to the fact that English is not my 1 language, and the fact that i have no one to help me edit. there might occur grammatical mistakes. until i find someone to help me edit. but i wont look for one before i know if there is some interest in the story :) so please do give some feedback!
As of now, this is a tester! :D
The sun rose over the city. It had been exactly three months since the first zombie attack had occurred.
The London streets was silent as a tomb, as the sun rose.
Dead bodies lied spread, cars crashed and windows smashed, crushed class had been the last trace of chaos. The stores and houses had been plundered down to ever last crumb of food.
John sat by the window, counting bullets and fixing weapons.
221B baskerstreet, was one of the only places left in town untouched, that is for the upper part of it. John had experience with guns, too much of it, and it had been what kept Him and his Flatmate Sherlock very much alive.
He turned to face the Kitchen, lab materials had been spread there, and small pieces of flesh firmly cut and experimented on. Yes Sherlock had been close to finding a possible cure, yet he was still far away from any solution, he needed more things from the city lab. but the trip there was a hard and very dangerous one. Zombies being not the only danger.
John closed his eyes, he tried to focus, and tried to not think back, it had all started with the most terrible thinkable thing. Mrs. Hudson, their landlady had been absent from the upper part of the flat for the whole morning, and it had made John worried. So as a normal reaction, he had went downstairs to check on her. not only finding her dead, but also turned in to a creature he had never imagined could possible exist. he had been forced to shoot her, Sherlock had helped him, he had been supporting him. Comforted him. Something that wasn't usual for him. But it had helped John get through with it.