Prologue | Assessing the Situation
Jan. 3rd
I don't exactly know how this all started. Why it headed the way it did. Sherlock said something about a virus. We started out with a fairly large group. Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Anderson, Sally, Mycroft and then Sherlock and myself. Now it's just down to us two.
We got separated from Lestrade and Mycroft, we assume they're holding up somewhere. Greg knows what he's doing.
Molly got caught on the run, we had to leave her.
Sally and Anderson wandered off. We don't know if it was just because they were afraid or if they had given up, but later when we were driving we saw them on the road. Both were turned. Sherlock put them down.
God, I hate saying it like that but that's what we have to do. Shoot them in the head like rabid dogs.
We were safe for a while, found a house to hold up in. Then the horde came through. They ripped Martha from my hands. I couldn't get to her in time. Sherlock had to pull me away from our dear Mrs. Hudson.
Now we're on our own.
Days are long. It's cold, roads are covered with the walkers. That's what we decided to call them. We've heard some people call them geeks, biters, but we prefer walkers. I'm not sure why.
We heard that going north was safer. Colder weather, it's harder for everyone to survive. We're trying to head for Aberdeen. Edinburgh was a lost cause. And London…
Oh.
London is bad. Anyone we meet that is friendly we warn to stay away from the large cities.
Edinburgh, Glasgow, London, Dundee.
There's nothing there but the walking dead.
We stay to back roads, keep the windows up when we have to sleep in the car. Sherlock made some sort of… Mmm…what is it? Repellant? Yeah, that's what it is. Well it certainly works. The dead stay away from the car and it saves up from having to sleep out in the open. Thank god it's a van so we can hold all our petrol, food and supplies. Sherlock is surprisingly good at knowing how to survive. I've taught him a few things I remember from my army days. It pays off. I'm pretty sure we'll survive because of that, even if I still have nightmares.
We learned that guns, though convenient attract too much attention. Loud noises draw them in. We found a couple good machetes but I still have my pistol. Just in case we need it.
As far as people, we know France was the last to hold out. There WHO was running on mostly solar power. Some of the places in Scotland are running on hydro. Sherlock refuses to let people come with us. He tends to avoid them. He doesn't trust anyone, not that I really blame him. Drastic times make people crazy. He just wants to make sure we stay safe.
We're…
Pretty much together, but we're all each other have.
We're kinda holding out hope we can find Greg and Mycroft, I don't know those. It's been almost a year.
I think that's everything I know at the moment.
It's late, I'm writing this with a torch. I really should turn it off before Sherlock wakes up and yells at me to turn it off.
Until later.
Dr. John Hamish Watson
