Molly smiled as the next zombie made her way forward. The girl smiled at her, her blushing cheeks showing how far into the transformation she had gone. The girl handed Molly her arm - which was thankfully still attached to her body. Molly took her fingerprints and the girl left. Molly titled it "Zombie : Female : 34" and placed it it's own folder which she then piled into a box. Molly smiled at the next zombie made his way forward.
Sally and Phillip smiled as one zombie walked towards them. The skin was still pale but it was clear that blood was pumping through their veins if the pulsing on his arm wasn't indication enough.
"Okay, your name is Peter Markson. You are twenty nine years old. Your birthday is November 10th and you have a wife in Scotland" smiled Sally. The man, Peter, smiled and walked away - cradling his folder.
Mycroft smiled at their mayor, who shifted uncomfortably. Mycroft was supposed to be the mayor, but his was still grieving for his brother that he refused. The brother that the mayor had sleeping upstairs.
Mycroft made his way upstairs and walked into the room. Sherlock now looked even more human. He was breathing calmly. His heartbeat and pulse was regular. In the bed next to him was John Watson.
John Watson, who everyone thought was normal person. He looked plain and ordinary. Nothing stood out about him.
But Sherlock saw something. No, even better.
A half-dead Sherlock saw something in him. Something that no one else has ever seen before. Mycroft has read his record. It was just normal Army Doctor stuff, but his Marshal forced him to do things like that. It was only when John was away from him and on the battle field that John shone. He killed while healing, which is hard to do but he always got into trouble for it, yet he kept doing it.
But it was something else that brought the two men together, and Mycroft was determined to find out what.
Mrs Hudson ended up beside Mycroft, who had began staring out the window of the room.
"I wonder if we would have met John had this never happened" she said. Mycroft.
"Mrs Hudson, I may not believe in fate or destiny, but somehow, I think those two were meant to be together. If we never went through the apocalypse, Sherlock and John may have met by banging into each other in the street, or a mutual friend introduces them to each other. But I believed that Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson was always meant to meet" said Mycroft.
"I see. So basically, the only reason that John met us first, in say, this is a different universe, is because Sherlock was ... unable to meet John" said Mrs Hudson.
"If that is what you wish to believe" shrugged Mycroft, turning back to look at the two men. He smiled until he noticed a soft glow appear around them.
"What is that?" he asked as he stepped closer.
