JOHN

Shit, people. If they see Lock...well don't have to imagine what they might do. I know. They'll shoot him without a second thought. I kick a door open and push a confused and protesting zombie inside. I keep my back to the wall and pull out my gun. Just because they're living, doesn't mean they're good. Plenty of people out there, content to struggle along on their own, not caring who they hurt. The end of the world does funny things to people.

"John?"

"Sssh. Stay put."

"But.."

"I said shut up."

"Who's there?" Shit, thanks a bunch, Lock. I give the zombie a look of disapproval and close the door.

"Who want's to know?"

"Blimey John, is that you?"

It's Lestrade, oh God it's Lestarde and he's alive!

SHERLOCK

It's very rude to push people into abandoned buildings, John. No matter what the reason. At least give me some warning first. I ended up on sprawled on the floor, with stupid Gladstone on top of me. Why he decided to follow, I don't know. It's not because he likes me. We both know he does not. I keep my ear to the door, to push the letter grate just a bit so I could talk to John. But he only wants to tell me to shut up.

Rude.

"Who's there?" Oh right, because that is sure to work, John. Use your brain, it works better than mine.

"Who want's to know?" I wouldn't worry now, they seem just as..well I wouldn't call you stupid, but what you said was stupid, so...

"Blimey John, is that you?" Wait, they know you?

Is it a friend of John's? Will he go with him? Take him home? No, John you promised! It took all my restraint, which wasn't much, to not open the door. Because a living man who was not John Watson was on the other side of the door and I had no doubt that he would shoot me. But if I stay here, John might go with him. I wouldn't blame him if he did. I would never blame him for anything. But..I hope he at leasts says goodbye...

I sit with my back against the door and listen. Gladstone decides to climb into my lap. I wonder if he can fit through the letter grate...

LESTRADE

I knew we were looking for him but I didn't expect to find him that quickly. We'd only been looking again for a few hours. And here he was! Safe and sound too. Looks better than I last saw him, if thats possible. I clap him on the shoulder and congratulate him for staying alive this long, in a city filled with the walking dead.

"I'm alright mate. You?"

"Course I'm alright, John. Thought we'd lost you. Where've you been?"

"Not now, not here. Is there somewhere we can go in private?"

"Sure, come with me, the others are waiting other there. There's plenty of empty houses we can chat in."

Together we walk, John keeps looking over his shoulder. Poor guy is edgy, s'alright mate, you're with us now. You're safe.

JOHN

Lestrade looks fine, perfectly fine. I was worried I'd left him to die, but it seems I misjudged him, he was capable of holding his own against a zombie hoard I don't know how he made it back in one piece, but he did. Good for him. Sorry I couldn't have been of more help though. My fault. Well.. mostly Lock's fault to be honest. Shit, can't let him see Lock. I need to get him away from here

"I'm alright mate. You?" Got yourself a bit of a tan have you?

"Course I'm alright, John. Thought we'd lost you. Where've you been?" Oh I doubt you'd believe me if I told you mate.

"Not now, not here. Is there somewhere we can go in private?" Sorry, Lock. I'll be back.

"Sure, come with me, the others are waiting other there. There's plenty of empty houses we can chat in."

I promise Lock. I'll come back. Stay there. I want to tell him but I can't draw attention to him. I see him looking through the gate and mouth the words. But whether or not he understands...whether or not he does as his told. The latter is more unlikely. But then, he could explore the house while he's waiting. I hope he understands that this is temporary. I'll explain things to Greg and hope these.. others, understand. If they don't I leave them and make my own way to the compound. I can't risk your life to make my own easier.

I will come back.

I promise.

SHERLOCK

No.. John, where are you going? Come back! I want to open the door and grab him, but as I look through the grate, something in John's eyes, says no. He wants me to stay. But..I can't stay, what do you expect me to do? How do I know you will come back? You promised we would go together. You can't break a promise John. It's absolute. It's betrayal.

"John..."

"Meroaw!"

"Shut up." I am not petting you. Piss off.

"Mrrt."

"I said shut up!" No, don't paw at me.

I grab Gladstone by the scruff od the neck and put him somewhere far away from me. Might as well explore for the time being. If John isn't back soon..I will go looking for him. How do I know this people will let him return anyway. They might not listen to him. They might think him made and lock him up! An hour.. I'll give him an hour. I'm not sure how I'll know when it's been an hour...but it's important to make goals. I'll explore the flat, then look for John.

Gladstone, stop following me.