Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
The world was in utter chaos. Not that Sherlock really minded. He wasn't bored anymore and there were now plenty of dead bodies to examine. Who cares that if one bit him he would die. His best friend, John, was excellent with guns and could shoot the head or something before he was bitten. It was already proven that John could protect him against the undead. He had already saved him three times.
Unfortunately, the whole world did not like the new addition to their planet. Saying it was not safe and other rubbish. Well hate to break it to you but the world was already dangerous. Adding some zombies wasn't going to change that. But again they disagree. So his brother had charged him with the task to create a cure of sorts to stop the undead from walking. Not what he wanted to do since he hadn't had this much since the last family dinner. But you do what you have to do.
Not that it helped that John was threatening to leave him unprotected if he didn't find a cure soon. Something about how he shouldn't be so happy about the demise of the world. And taking all his guns with him since he can't be trusted. Which is silly since it wasn't the demise of the world that he was smiling about about. It was the fact that Andersen and Donavan had both died. Granted they were the ones that John had to save him from.
But it would all be over soon cause he almost had the cure for it. It would only be a few minutes till the computer finished coming up with possible cures. None had shown up on the screen yet but there were still time.
Time skip
"Dogs, John! It was always the dogs. They started it and they can cure it." He ran out out of the room and called out, "come on we don't have much time. We need to go to every pet store in town and then some."
John stared at the door that his flatmate had just ran through. He didn't really get the correlation between dogs and zombies but seeing there was nothing better to do he ran out to the taxi that Sherlock was waiting in.
A/N: Hello. Curse me and my inability to go to sleep when I need to. I wrote this when I was half asleep and I was remembering one of my random dreams that I thought was funny. Half asleep I thought it would be hilarious if Sherlock just started yelling that it was the dogs. Anyway I might write a story for dgrayman with zombies based off one of my dreams but who knows. Bye. Review if you find this funny for some reason or you just find this to be just plain weird and random.