I was bored and started to write this, I haven't written a zombie story in a while so I wanted to write this.
War; that a word that you'll hear in present day but you'll never expected the world to chance so much in a month or so. Before this world turned to hell, you would only need to worry/fear about getting mugged, stabbed or shot but in present day you need to fear everything that moves. I guess you're wondering who I am well I'll tell you. my name is shadow, well that's not my birth name however it's a name that I have stuck with. I must tell you that I wouldn't be here without the help f someone I have come to know and care about, back then he was known as the world's only consulting detective however to me he's known as Sherlock Holmes.
I'm sitting by the window waiting for Sherlock to return from being out; I would sometimes be out with him on his walkabouts however he decided that it was best for me to stay here, I watch Mrs Hudson into the room; she was carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. She placed them down on the table next to me
"He'll be back soon dear" Mrs Hudson says "He's normally late"
"I know Mrs Hudson but I fear that he could have gotten in to trouble" I say "You remember what happened last week"
I will not tell you what had happened last week but let's say Sherlock would have been turned in to one of those monsters if i hadn't pulled him out of the way in time. I looked at my watch; I could see that Sherlock was at least two hours late; I sighed before grabbing my sword, Mrs Hudson looked at me
"Shadow, you know that you shouldn't go out on your own" Mrs Hudson says to me, well just to tell you. I lost the lower part of my left leg to one of those monsters, you'll find out more about that later as it is pretty long and well it's not exciting for many.
"I know Mrs Hudson but I can't leave him to be torn and ripped to shreds by those monsters" I says to her "He's two hours late and If he's that late I know something to be wrong"
I was about to reach the door when it flew open. I lifted my sword up before knocking who had come in, I held my sword to his neck. The male was short with blondish brown hair, he looked like he had been in the army; I could tell by the way he was dressed
"Infected or not" I growls to the male
"Shadow, put your sword away" came a voice, I looked up to see Sherlock.
I moved back from the male before limping back to the seat that I had been sat in before Sherlock came back, who was this man and why didn't he answer my question; I kept my hand on my sword looking towards the man
"Who's this Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson asked
"This is John Watson" Sherlock says "I met him while out looking for supplies, now Mrs Hudson would you be so kind to make some tea for our guest"
Guest, yeah right; this bloke wouldn't be staying long if i have my way. I may seem heartless but I'm not really, in this world you can't just bring strangers home expecting them not to be infected. I lost many of my last group that way but I won't allow that to happen to Mrs Hudson and Sherlock. I watched Mrs Hudson leave the room; I turned to look at John
"Sherlock who's this" John asked
"This is Shadow; she herself has had problems with those Zombies" Sherlock says, I hated when he said that I had problems. I knew he was talking about when he found me
"Sherlock their not Zombies, their just sick" John says
"Is that what you believe, sir" I growl "Those things took everything I cared about away from me"
I walked out of the room and down the stairs to the basement, I looked through the glass. Sherlock had captured a few of those monsters for his research; I felt a chill go up my spine, sleeping in a house with monsters living down in the basement. I hear the groans and moans of those monsters, I could feel my vision blur before darkness took over.
The Past/remebering
I hear screams all around me, I run from the undead. Who would have guessed that the world would turn to hell just in a matter of days, I was with a small group of survivors a few of the survivors were my mates; there were 8 of in the group so far. There was: Jade - she was the strength of our group, my best mate Sarah, Hannah - she wasn't the best equipped for the war against the undead, a guy named Henry – he was the bravest of the group and the most communicative of the group as well, Amber and Emma – they was the brains of our group and knew how to handle a gun and shoot without any regrets and then there was Connor – he didn't talk much which made him good for gathering supplies. In the group I was the leader, I was the most skill when it came to surviving world war Z,
"Chantelle, Someone at the door" Sarah says, I grabbed my sword and looked out of the curtains. I could see no undead outside but would be risking the lives of my group.
"Everyone get your things ready, we're leaving" I say
"But Chantelle that person may..." Amber says before I cut her off
"Amber, it's a zombie world out there" I says "We don't even know if they are infected and I'm not willing to take that risk"
Everyone gathered their things before we headed out of the back door; I knew that they didn't like what I had decided to do. We walked for a little while before hearing the groans of the undead
End of the past for now
I felt someone shaking my shoulder and calling my name, I opened my eyes to see Sherlock and John standing above me
"John, help me get her up stairs" Sherlock says grabbing hold of my right arm, I closed my eyes and fell against Sherlock.
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To be continued
