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Warning: Zombie violence

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"Ugrrahhh," the dead moaned outside the window. Annoying. He would have to kill it soon. His sword would have to do. Later. He was still comfortable. Molly was still latched on to him mumbling something about cheese. She never made sense, but Sherlock thought it was cute. Or something like that.

"Rarugg," it moaned again. Shut up. "Uhggrr." Fine, he will do it now. Sherlock slowly got out of bed walking to his bag and putting on his clothes. He grabbed his sword from the closet. Sherlock thought it practical to have a weapon that did not attract more corpses. He was very capable with it. More than capable. It was a samurai sword which he had to get use to as he only had only used a Sabre when he fenced, but he soon became proficient. Sherlock put on his clothes and walked out of the room. John was sitting in a chair with his pistol.

"You will only attract more corpses with that," Sherlock announced himself as John looked up at him.

"I can't sleep because of those things out there," John sighed. "You're going to take care of them?"

"Obviously. You can grab your cricket bat if you want to help," Sherlock said.

John smiled as he went back to his room and got out his bat.

"It is not decent you smiling about killing corpses," Sherlock teased as they unlocked the door.

"You're smiling too you git," John smiled.

"I'm bored and so are you," Sherlock said as he slowly opened the door. He looked out and saw no corpses in the immediate vicinity. Slowly he crept out of the house with John behind him. He motioned John to go right as he went left.

He heard a low moan just off the corner of the house. Sherlock slowly moved to the corner and he peeked over the corner and saw one corpse scratching at a window. Its hair was matted and its eyes milky white. Sherlock deduced it had been dead about two weeks. This corpse was once a professor at a college married with two kids and died after being bite on the neck. Its body was still formed and had no sign of being eaten on. This indicated that someone rescued it before it could be eaten. It was too late of course. Now it desperately wanted to eat other human beings. Sherlock did not feel bad for the creature, he hated that he could deduce what happen to it when it was human.

Sherlock ran up to the corpse and cut off the top of its head without hesitation and with precision. It fell in a heap as he heard a faint whack from the other side of the house. Sherlock walked over and saw John whacking another corpse over and over on the head. John did not stop until its head caved in and its dark blood gushed out.

"I think you killed it, John" Sherlock said as John tried to catch his breath.

"I guess I got carried away," John breathed.

"No you needed to let off steam," Sherlock said looking at the mutilated body. This corpse worked at a shop. Damn, if only he could stop.

"We should go back in then," John sighed. "Then we can leave for Molly's."

John and Sherlock walked back to the cabin locking the doors behind them. The now silent cabin felt eerily without the moans. It was almost too silent. If Sherlock had his violin he would play it to sooth himself, but he left it in London. God he missed London and he knew he would never go back to the city he loved. It was gone forever. Overrun by those things.

"I miss London too," John broke through his thoughts.

"We've been together too long, now that you can read my mind," Sherlock teased.

"You just have that look," John shrugged as he heard Lucy start to cry. "I better go get her." John quickly left and came back with Lucy in his arms. Lucy yawned and snuggled against John's chest. Sherlock really did love Lucy. He already knew she was going to be smart and talented. She was John's offspring, of course she would be great. Lucy started to babble as John grinned.

"Yes, I love you baby," John smiled. "You are the best baby."

"She can't understand you," Sherlock said.

"It doesn't matter," John smiled.

"Let my husband have fun," Mary emerged out of the bedroom fully dress. "We should get going, right Sherlock?"

"I'll wake, Molly," Sherlock gave as answer leaving to his room.

Sherlock knew Molly was already awake when he opened the door. She was dressed and sitting on the bed looking nervous.

"Our trip will be successful," Sherlock said knowing her anxiety derived from.

"There were two zombies outside the house. They're not normally out this far," Molly said biting her lip. "They travel in herds. More might be on its way."

"Then we should leave as soon as possible," Sherlock said grabbing his bag from the corner of the room.

"We can't risk being caught in the open with those things," Molly voiced her concern. Her eyes were wide with fear and hesitation. Sherlock understood not wanting to go out there. Being caught in a middle of a group of corpses meant a horrible painful death.

"Molly, we can handle it. You can handle this," Sherlock reassured putting his bag over his shoulder and offering his hand to her. She bit her lip again looking at the hand in almost fear. Finally she took his hand and squeezed it tight. Sherlock helped her off the bed, but once she was up he did not want to let go. Molly was the one to end the hand holding blushing slightly and tucking her hair behind her ear. She led the way out of the room with Sherlock behind her.

"Ready to go?" John asked with Lucy's diaper bag, his own backpack on and cricket bat in hand. Mary had her bag and Lucy in her arms.

Sherlock only nodded as he strapped his sword on his back ready to use at any moment. John took one last look at the house. Sentiment, Sherlock scoffed to himself as they walked out of the cabin.

Molly had a bad feeling. It was more than that. She knew something was going to go wrong. She felt it deep in her gut. The anxiety was building with each step they took to her home. She flinched at every sound. Jerked at every crack of twigs beneath her feet. It was agonizing, the waiting for her doom. Then it she heard it. A deep rumble of many moans to the left of her. She looked slowly seeing a herd of those things slowly stumbling along. Oh God. Twenty? Thirty? How could they escape?

"Run," Sherlock whispered as Molly did not need to be told twice. She ran as fast as she could not looking back, but ahead of her. The moans intensified as their scent was caught. She could hear them following her. One misstep and she would be their dinner. She kept running following Sherlock who's pace was hard to follow. She could not see John or Mary, but she did not hear them scream, so they were still running. Then suddenly her foot hit a root and she went tumbling down.

"Fuck!" Molly screamed as the pace of the dead quickened behind her. She tried to get up, but her leg buckled underneath.

"Shit shit shit," She cursed trying to crawl as she felt a hand on her ankle. One was grabbing at her trying to pull her away. She kept trying to crawl away, kicking at the corpse, but it was no use. Her ankle came close to the dead's mouth as it growled. She was going to die.

In a flash the corpse's head went flying off. Molly looked up to see Sherlock, eyes wide and breathing fast. Without a word, Sherlock lifted Molly up running away from the herd.

I love zombie action. Also Sherlock with a sword is kind of sexy if you ask me. Please review. I would love to hear your comments.