The Beginning
5. May 2011, The Beginning of the Catastrophe
Three Days after the first infection
It seemed like a total normal morning in 221B Bakerstreet. John woke up at seven and was now on his way to the kitchen after his daily morning shower. Sherlock was already sitting on one of the kitchen chairs and frowning at the display of his phone. The consulting detective was still wearing his nightgown and the newspaper laid untouched right next to him. It was unusual for Sherlock not to read the newspaper as soon as it was delivered. The young man craved every information about all crimes in London.
"What´s the matter Sherlock?", John asked and headed to the sink to fill the tea kettle with water.
"John, you have to stop making tea immediatly." Sherlock got up and walked to his room and returned just moments later to hand John a piece of paper.
"I don´t understand, Sherlock. What should I do with this?"
"Pack the things on the list. I will go and talk to Mrs Hudson. We have to hurry." Sherlock wanted to go, but John stopped him. He looked into Sherlocks pale blue eyes and saw silent panic creep trough his normally calm self.
"Tell me what´s wrong Sherlock or I won´t pack anything.", he said and Sherlock just showed him the display of his phone.
Zombies - MH
"Zombies? What does that mean?"
"It means that infected people, that act like Zombies will soon be here and try to eat us. So move already and pack the things in back packs. After I went to get Mrs Hudson, we will dress into some safer clothes and then head out to meet with Mycroft." John could only stare at his flatmate and then his brain catched up.
"I want an explanation, but that can wait for a while." John rushed trough the whole flat to pick up everything on the list.
1. Clothes (For for to three days, not fancy)
2. Canned Food (Soups)
3. Water
4. Sleeping Bags
5. Binoculars
6. Maps of England
7. Aluminium Baseball Bat
8. Walking Cane
9. Gun with bullets
10. Sharp Knives
11. First Aid Kit
12. Cellphones
13. Back packs
14. Skull
He put everything in the living room and started to put the things into the back packs. When he came to the skull John just frowned and bound it to one of the rucksacks. The weapons like the baseball bat and the cane he left out.
Then John went to the window. He still couldn´t really believe, that Zombies were roaming on the streets of London, but he trusted Sherlock not to joke about something like this. But as he looked out of the window, he could see nothing. No danger, no running people nothing, just people going to work or bringing their kids to school.
Sherlock walked back into the room with Mrs Hudson and some of her clothes. Both of them had grim expressions in their faces. Sherlock didn´t say a word and walked into his bedroom. He came back with three packages and handed one to Mrs Hudson and John.
"In every package is a light armor. Mycroft gave them to me some time ago, just in case. Back then I told him, he was crazy and Zombies were just creatures made up to entertain people. Now I am happy, because we are prepared. Change into these clothes. We meet here again in ten minutes." Sherlock and John gave Mrs Hudson a bit privacy. She still hadn´t said a word since she arrived in their flat. John was worried about her, but that had to wait.
Ten minutes later everybody was standing in the living room and grabbed a back pack. Sherlock took the one with the skull. They all were wearing some kind of uniform. It was black and made out of a very light material. It reminded John of his old soldier clothes. They had masks that covered their mouths and noses, everybody was wearing gloves and something like motorcylce goggles.
"Are you sure I should come with you boys, Sherlock? I am old and I there are other people, who could be more useful to you in the future.", Mrs Hudson asked, it was the first time she spoke. She sounded uncertain.
"Mrs Hudson, you are the only one I know, who can cook without real ingredients and know so much about plants. So no, you aren´t useful, you are desperatly needed. And now we have to go. Mrs Hudson you will stay between John and me. We will steal a car and then head out of the city to Mycrofts mansion. And here are the rules. You won´t play unnecesserily hero and don´t run off alone!" As he said that, he looked intently at John. The medic would rush to help people in danger, without thinking about his own safety first.
Right then, they could hear a scream. It sounded pained, like someone who was slowly eaten alive. Mrs Hudson flinched, but Sherlock didn´t move, like he had expected this already and silently watched John.
The ex soldier nodded and they headed out. The beginning of their war against the Zombies had begun.