Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Welcome To London
Prologue
Holmes was dead. He was well aware of that fact, very well indeed.
You see, Holmes' day starts with him staring at his reflection in the window (greasy, blood filled curly dark hair hung around his pale face with his dead eyes and his blue lips), brushing down what he died in (a pair of soft pj bottoms, a top and a housecoat which used to be blue but was now a brown colour). Then he would head into his kitchen where he would remove the body parts he found in the fridge of the messy flat, have breakfast before he would sit down and do nothing until he headed out to get some fresh meat.
That was the life of Holmes.
Until today, where he had kidnapped a human.
Not any human, a human who didn't seem scared.
Said human was now sleeping on his couch, under a blanket Holmes had placed on him.
John Watson lived alone in the Safe Zone. He had no friends and the only people he talked to were the people who he went with into the Danger Zone to collect supplies and the elderly woman who lived next door and kept knocking to clean up, even though she claimed not to be his housekeeper.
John quickly dressed into his jeans and black top with his trainers and his gun before he left to go and meet with Greg Lestrade, Phillip Anderson and Sally Donavon. Molly Hopper was in charge of their injuries and a Mycroft Holmes was their leader. Apparently, Mycroft had a brother who gave his life for Mrs Hudson, the woman who lived next door to him.
"We ready to go!" called Greg, his own pistol hanging over his shoulder. The other three muttered and the four of them headed out into zombie affected land.
The last thing John Hamish Watson remembers before waking up in a zombies home is two dead eyes staring right into his and a flash of silver going through said eyes.
Greg Lestrade, Sally Donavon and Phillip Anderson were sitting on the bench in the Safe Zone, waiting for John to arrive.
"Don't you miss him sometimes?" Anderson asked.
"I miss his attitude, how he was always right" said Sally. Losing Sherlock was one of the biggest loses of their little group. Gaining Captain John Watson was one of the best things that had happened to them in a long time.
"Do you think Sherlock would've liked Captain Watson?" asked Greg.
"No, John is a bit to plain" joked Phillip.
"I'm not the only one who saw a zombie kidnap John am I?" asked Sally as the she and Greg and Phillip arrive back at the Safe Zone to deliver the bad news to Mycroft.
"Yeah, why would a Zombie do that?" asked Greg as the large iron gates closed behind them.
"Unless it was Sherlock and he took John for experiments" joked Sally but all three of them froze.
The hair, the height and the clothes.
"Did we see Sherlock and not even register it?" asked Phillip.
A/N : I know that this is confusing but the real story will begin in the next chapter. I haven't decided yet if this story should be Johnlock or not yet.