OMG 50. 50 CHAPTERS. NOOO I DONT WANT IT TO BE TOO LONG. But I sense it will be. Dx. I can't seem to write short things. Except drabbles and no one has requested one in ages. XD. You lot are all so wonderful. This is one of my most popular fics. With The Stars Series being my most popular ones. The other fics have perhaps under 10-15 reviews. I never expected such a response when I wrote it. I just thought it was an interesting idea. But people seem to really enjoy this! Even though I think my writing in this is not as good as in the Stars Series. I had never written first person before this fic. Nor had I written first person multiple POVs. Well...there was my first ever fic. But that was only four chapters and each was a different person about the same events. I'd never written one before.

I still hope you are enjoying yourselves after so many chapters. Most people might be CONTINUE THE PLOT ALREADY. But you aren't. And I am sorry. I am very sorry. But some things will happen soon that have been planned since the fic started. Since I am incapable of seeing the middle and end of a fic before even starting xD.

However I really like the idea and will have to use some artistic license to do it. But welcome anyone who is interested in helping me develop the idea. Just PM me if you are.

ANYWAY ENJOY THIS 50TH CHAPTER.


SHERLOCK

The room was empty. Alright. Don't panic. Remember what happened last time. He had to go outside, take some time for himself. There was no need to jump to conclusions. Although, his things are gone and the harpoon is missing. And there is a peace of paper where is bed had been. On top of it lay the badges I had given him as 'medals'. Why would he take them off and leave them? Did he not want them anymore? There are words written on the paper. I A-M. I am. S-O-R-R-Y. I am ...sorry. Sorry for what?

John?

"JOHN?!"

I fly down the ladder and then the stairs. I can see the bike is missing when I look out the windows on my way down. I push open the door and run outside. There are track marks on the dusty ground. John has left on the bike. Without me. He is gone. I was afraid this might happen if I were to tell him the truth. And I was right. He has left for his home. Does he no longer want me as a friend? I can hardly blame him. I am rather more dangerous than most potential friends. I sigh to myself, my whole body heaving as I head back inside to retrieve my things.

There aren't many left and the pack is considerably lighter than it had been previously. I do not even know why I am taking it. But as I examined the items within, my camera, pencils and papers and other objects of mine, were still inside. That's all that mattered. I leave the building feeling perfectly miserable. This is what I get for dreaming. You can not change who you are. I will always be a dead eyed zombie, a monster with a taste for flesh. Did I really think he might stay after I told him? What an idiot I am. This is ridiculous. This is what I get for wanting more out of this half-life.

I must accept this is what I am. It is easier not to feel. Then I wouldn't have to feel like this.


Of course the weather decides at this point that what I really need now, is rain. Normally it would never bother me, but after watching all those 'movies' on the player, which John has left behind, is that is usually reflective of what the character is feeling. And I feel like rain. What is that? I pull my coat closer, lifting the lapels towards my face. Is this cold? Is this what cold feels like? But the dead don't feel the cold. I am wet, and I am cold. No..I am freezing. My body is shivering. If it didn't feel so horrible it would be fascinating.

I hear something crying behind me and I turn around so suddenly that I go flying through a muddly puddle, the water splashing me in the face. Not that it matters, my hair is already plastered to my skull. The source of the noise is a very wet cat. And very wet and angry cat. Why has he followed me?! John is the one he likes. We both like John and hate each other. Although, now John hates me. I push myself up onto my knees and growl.

"Go.. away!" But he does not budge. In fact he comes closer.

"Mrt?"

"No! Go! L-leave! Not want you!" I want John...

But Gladstone is as stubborn as me. Fine. He can follow me if he wants but I will pay no attention to him. I don't need him. I have my spiders back home. I don't need a horrible cat as well. Together we walk through the rain, it doesn't seem to bother him, despite being of the feline variety. But then he stops in front of me. I consider kicking him, but I don't. He looks at me, his eyes too understanding for an animal, but then isn't that what I am? Then he leaps onto my chest. I flail and try to remove him but...this is going to sound stupid. I think he wants me to hold him. If he isn't going to leave I might as well oblige.

His body is warm. I can feel his warm pulsing through his little body. Still cold, but alive. I hold him as I continue my journey. Any of my kind I see ignore me and Gladstone. They probably assume he is lunch. Do they assume? Or am I the only one? I tell myself to stop wondering. I need to stop. I need to stop thinking and feeling. Everything was easier before I felt. I always thought but not as much as this. Emotions should be hated. They only bring pain. And pain is not even the worst of them.

They bring love. And love hurts most of all.


JOHN

Do I feel bad about leaving him? Yes I do. But I couldn't continue on this journey with him. Not after what he's done. I let him come out of pity and because I considered him a friend. I don't think I'm far from the compound and hopefully he will return to 221b. And when I feel more myself, I will perhaps visit him. Who knows, maybe he will have progressed even more. Part of me wishes I had never met him but the other half calls me an idiot. I can't imagine not meeting him. He's changed my life and I know I've changed his.

I wish I could have found Gladstone in time. I didn't want a pet before, but now that I have had one and lost him, I feel very much alone. Perhaps in the compound there is a cat with kittens. Surely there must be at least one. Miss Hooper will know. She seemed very fond of cats. Oh God, Mycroft is going to kill me. Though I never promised I would bring him. He doesn't have to know that I left his brother alone. I was in my rights to do so. He killed my friend. How could I stay with him after that?

I can see the compound's walls in the distance now. Good. Not long to go.


SHERLOCK

Is this the right way? There's so much water in my eyes. I don't remember which way we came. Because we were going so fast. Oh no...I'm lost aren't I? Marvellous. Wait, that alley looks familiar. It has red writing on the wall of a building. I didn't know what it was before. But now I do. It says, W-E R A-L-L G-O-N-N-A D-I-E. We R all gonna die? Ah. Way ahead of you. This must be old. It looks old. But the top of the building has a roof covering the alley beneath. I can stay here until it stops raining. I find a dry patch of ground and set my bag and then myself upon it. Gladstone doesn't seem to want to move but eventually decides dry ground is more comfortable than a wet body.

I don't blame him, I'm sopping wet and this time I don't have a friend with a towel to dry me. But I do have a blanket. I open my back and remove it, wrapping it around my shoulders. That's better, though soon it will be useless. But perhaps the rain will have stopped by then. And I will be able to continue home. I don't know how long it will take me. What if I have to dream again? Was that a one off thing? I'm still dead. Perhaps when it gets darker, I will found somewhere for the night, just in case. Though I do not want to dream. What if it is a bad dream? Like the one John had? I do not think I am currently emotionally equipped to deal with a nightmare. Not on my own.

I pull the blanket closer, shivering. I miss John. I miss my home.

I wish I couldn't feel a thing.


MORAN

Zombie appears to have been abandoned by his human friend. He will be much easier to approach now. -SM

Wonderful! I have contacted her by the way. She is happy to be of service. -JM

Her?..Oh no. Not her. Do we really need her? You didn't ask her to help with the others. -SM

They weren't this promising. Besides I want our little zombie to look his best. -JM

Fine. So long as I don't have to work with her for long. When do you want me to fetch him? Your new men arrived yesterday. Very eager. -SM

As soon as you see an opening. Yes they are, do take care of them if they do something stupid. I want this one whole -JM

Understood. Speak to you once the mission is over. -SM

This will not be easy, but surveillance indicates that he may be weakened. The dead shouldn't be concerned about someone leaving them. But this one does. And he even appears to feel the cold. I will maintain surveillance on him until the weather lets up. If necessary I will even allow him to return to Baker Street. That's where he feels safe. If he feels. This is a whole new species of zombie and I hope Jim knows what he's doing. The others have not been this self aware. And Jim want's to change that.

No this won't be easy, but I do think it will give me a little bit of a thrill. Capturing one always does.