a/n: Why, hello, all the beautiful people who have decided to come and check this out! The idea for this struck me without warning, but I felt the need to write this. I have no idea where the story is going to go, so I shall be as surprised as you! Rates, reviews, favorites, and follows are to me what cake and Lestrade are to Mycroft, which is a lot, so please do these things! This has not been betad, or Brit-picked, so any Americanims/ grammar errors/ spelling errors are my fault, and please feel free to point them out to me in a review or PM! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
Years later, John would look back on the day everything started and wonder, "Was my life ever really so normal?" Sure, compared to the standards of most people at that time, John's life was far from normal, but that was a hazard of living with the world's only Consulting Detective. But now, he was so used to always being on the run, always looking for the living dead, killing so many people who were no longer people- it almost made his head hurt to think there was a time before all this, a time when he woke up at a regular time most mornings, drank tea, went to work... There are days when John misses that life. Then there are the days when, even though life as they knew it then has ended, John can't help but enjoy his new life. He is always on the run, always with Sherlock. There is a never ending supply of adrenaline running through his veins, and God, does it feel good. The uncertainty and fear gets to him sometimes, though. Those are the days when he will hold Sherlock's hand, or arm, or anything he can grab, throughout the day and never let him go. He never wants to lose Sherlock, not again. So he holds him, and tells himself he misses their old lives, and he knows he's telling the truth, but he also knows that he loves their new lives and he hates himself for it.
Life goes on for them. They kill the undead. The undead try to, and sometimes almost succeed, in killing them. They run, never stopping except for food, clothes, or water. They have no destination in mind, though John thinks they may be going east. Occasionally John will wonder what has become of Mycroft and Lestrade, or any of the others they left behind. But the running never stops. The running is their life now, and there is no going back.
So, I apologize for the shortness of this, but I wanted to get the mood right. There will be a official chapter within the next few days, hopefully before the weekend is up. Again, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!
