It was a good hour before John could bring himself to move. He allowed himself that hour to be fully afraid. To let his body tremble slightly as he watched the sun move across his feet as the day stretched on. Morbidly amused by the idea that something so giving, so beautiful, could cause so much destruction in his life -and the lives of potential others- in such a short amount of time.

Finally, the soldier hoisted himself to his feet. Steady now. Over the initial shock he let himself feel throughout that first hour. He moved mechanically towards his room, opening the door quickly. In one swift movement, he dragged the side drawer of his desk open, revealing the handgun he couldn't seem to be away from. He knew it was illegal, that he could be expelled for having it in his possession. But he didn't care. The touch of the cool metal as his fingers slid carefully over the muzzle seemed to be the only thing to calm him down sometimes when he woke up from a particularly terrible night. Even having to fall asleep with it resting in his hand, safely under his pillow.

He pick up the gun and shoved in a magazine. Unsure as to whether or not he would truly need the weapon, he slipped the gun into the back of his pants, feeling it rest on the small of his back. Shivering slightly at the familiar feeling. Breathing out a low breath, he grabbed his bag from under the best and began stuffing clothes into it, not really caring what was being put in. He wasn't even sure why he was doing this. He had nowhere to go. His phone wasn't working, and he didn't exactly have anyone to be too worried about. Both his parents where dead and his only sister wanted nothing to do with him, caring more for drinking then her brother. What did he exactly have planned? Well, he obviously couldn't stay where he was. Surrounded by black nothings, memories of people that had once had lives. The idea that perhaps these 'memories' would be found everywhere disturbed him. But still, he had to find someone else, he needed to know what the hell happened!

Lastly stuffing his extra magazines in his bag he zipped it up and took one last short look at the room that had been his home for the past while, letting his eyes drift over the cane that still rested on the floor, forgotten. Wondering whether when all this was over with, he would have the chance to return. Also wondering whether or not he really cared… Shaking his head he turned away and strode towards the stairs, and made his way to the front doors.

The sun still seemed slightly brighter as it shone high in the sky. John squinted and began down the steps two at a time, in a hurry to get far away from there at to find someone. Anyone. All Johns life he had not been very popular, a small group of friends, small family. Never the centre of attention. And he was fine with that. In the army he had plenty of mates, he was slightly set back by the closeness of everyone, but he soon got use to being constantly surrounded by friends. Until That day. Then he was sent home, devastated by himself. He did enjoyed the solitude. The time alone to think. But now… He never realized how utterly horrible it was to know that he couldn't just turn around and see another person, even a stranger.

After having walked for a few miles, John glanced over to his left. There was a sleek black toyota parked on the of the doors open on the passenger side. When he got closer, he noticed that there was a cooler and bags in the back. His heart sunk as he noticed the black memory at his feet, just before the cars open door. Obviously someone was packing for a trip that they now would never take. The young man took a moment to decide what to do. Making up his mind he slide into the back and rummaged through the bags, finding some food and clothes, along with a first aid kit. He placed the bag of mixed clothes on the curb and shut the door. The cars keys where on the front seat when he approached the drivers door. He opened it quickly and sat himself in the seat, throwing his bag into the passenger side.

In all honesty, he should have been very overwhelmed, and grateful to find a car with keys and some supplies. He was unsure of how far or even where he was going. But for now he could feel himself slipping back into a state of shock. A creeping numbing feeling was slipping into his subconscious whenever his mind tried to make sense of his current situation.

Staring past the steering wheel, John turned the keys and the car grumbled to life. Almost as if it were as reluctant to leave as John himself.

He pulled away from the curb and started slowing down the road, squinting at the sun as he drove into confusion.

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"Sherlock!" Cried Sebastian Wilkes as he slammed on the brakes yet again. "How many fucking times do I need to say this? Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"

Sherlock slunk down in his seat and simply stared out the window. All he had said was that the girl sitting next to him was having an affair on her boyfriend, who was currently sitting in the front seat beside Wilkes. He had thought he was doing the man a favour. Jenny, the cheater, glared at him her seat in the small car. As Wilkes continued on she turned and sulked out towards the window, radiating anger.

It had been three days now since everyone at their dorm had disappeared. Three days since they had seen another living being. The four were beginning to believe they were the only ones left, they had been driving for almost 2 days straight, switching out every four hours between them.

"I can't help it that she is making it so obvious," Sherlock mumbled "a fool could have seen it."

"Oi! Are you calling me stupid!?" Growled Mike spinning in the passenger seat to glare pure fury at the young detective.

"Yes actually," Sherlock replied smugly "I'm surprised you'd noticed."

"Thats enough! Mike, it's your turn to drive." Wilkes slowed the car to a stop and got out as Mike slid into the drivers seat, only to continue glaring at Sherlock via the rear-view mirror. When Wilkes sat himself in the passenger seat, they started off again.

The rumble of the tires against the pavement and the warm evening air flowing into the car through an open window soon lulled the young detective into an unwanted sleep, though expected considering he had been awake for four days straight. Unable to sleep in front of people he didn't know, or trust in Wilkes' situation. Yet he was soon snoozing lightly, curled into himself in the back seat. Glad, deep down, that his body had finally succumb to sleep against his will.

Sherlock was being pulled out of his deep sleep by harsh whispers. Without opening his eyes he willed his mind into full awareness just as he made out the words 'or I'll shoot.' this startled his slightly. Who could have said that… he wondered to himself, his eyes still closed, his body in the pretence of sleep. HIs question was answered as Wilkes hit him in the leg with something hard.

"I know you're awake, freak." He growled. "Open your eyes and pay attention."

Sherlock snapped his eyes open and they made contact with Wilkes'. The other mans were filled with desperation and something else unidentifiable. Though it looked to Sherlock at that moment like madness. He was holding a shiny pistol in front of him, loosely pointed at Sherlock as he faced him. Mike was sitting in his seat, rigid as stone, looking like he couldn't decide whether or not to run. Jenny shared a similar look as she tried to make herself as small as possible beside Sherlock.''

"You lot really are useless to me, an' you" he hit Sherlock in the leg with the pistol again. "You've probably already thought about doing this you psychopath. Waiting for the first opportunity to kill us in our sleep, well I'm not letting you get the chance. I'm sick of you fucks and your fighting!"

Sherlock mentally hit himself for not seeing this ahead of time, though, to his credit his mind was a little more focused on the whole end-of-the-world topic at hand.

"Out. All of you."

They slowly opened the car doors and slipped from the vehicle silently. Not taking their eyes off Wilkes or the pistol he held low in front of him.

"Now I all want you to stand where I can see you, and don't try anything stupid, Sherlock. I can see that mind of yours working." He shoved Sherlock to where Mike and Jenny were standing and simply stared at them, almost daring one of them to do something. Anything.

Without warning he raised the pistol and shot Mike. The shocked mans life leaving him in an explosion of red mist as his body crumpled to the ground. Jenny screeched and bent down to him, sobbing his name in hysterics. Only to experience the same fate as the man she cried over.

Sherlock had seen dead bodies before. They had never shocked him before, but to see someone killed in front of him… Even a stranger… Wilkes laughed a twisted snarl and was just about to turn to Sherlock when the detective made a quick decision and started to bolt towards the trees. He heard the enraged man yell something but it was cut off by the crack of the gun and a thundering pain that cut into Sherlock just as he was about to hit the tree line.

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Sorry for the late update ! Thanks for reading! xoxo TBC