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Part 1
5. May 2011, The Beginning of the Catastrophe
Three Days after the first infection
Outside the whole city was in chaos. People were running around, screaming and crying. Sometimes you could see some of the horrible creatures, running after the living and trying to eat them.
John looked out of the taxi window, they had stolen. The driver had abandoned the cable in the middle of the street probably in panic. Sherlock was driving the car, something the doctor thought he wasn´t capable of.
Their little group was silent, they were shoken from the cruel things happening on the other side of the car windows. London was normally a busy city full of life and people, but now it was like hell. Dead, blood and dirt was everywhere. The ex soldier tightened his grip on the car door. He was scared, that if he would let go, he would jump out and try to help one of many injured people on the street. But he had to finally admit, even if he jumped out of the car and helped one of them, he would probably end up as a happy meal to one of the many zombies roaming the streets.
Instead the doctor watched the zombies carefully from his safe look out in the driving car. He studied the zombies in the same way as he studied a sick patient. He wanted to know, what kind of creature he had to fight against. Most of them were bleeding from ugly wounds all over their bodys, some of them even had lost body parts or their innards were hanging out. Their eyes were misted, their mouth opened as if to scream and they craved the blood and flesh of the living. They weren´t overly fast, like the myths always tell, they moved as fast as the average human, but they were still scary as hell. Some of them even tried to attack the taxi, but the car moved too fast and Sherlock easily dodged them.
John hated the fact, that he couldn´t help the people out there. He was a doctor, damn it! He had vowed to help people! But all he could do was grit his teeth and hope he would be able to help people in the future.
"John?"
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"Stop thinking about rescuing them, your help and medical knowledge will be needed for the survivors in the future." John stared at Sherlocks face in the mirror, had the brilliant man just tried to comfort him?
"Okay."
Some time later they left the doomed city behind them. They saw less and less people till they were alone on the lonely streets. Much to Sherlocks amazement, there were only a few cars driving out of London. He had thought, that it would be much harder to leave the city, because of the fleeing citizens. It was strange, but he didn´t have time to think about that. Later, probably much later, he would think about it.
The detective stopped the car right in front of the iron gates to Mycrofts estate. The gates opened silently and let them in. Mycroft had probably seen them trough one of the security cameras. Sherlock started the car again and drove it up the driveway to the main entrance, where Mycroft and Anthea already expected them. The two of them already had their zombie safe armour on, but Mycroft had kept his beloved umbrella and hold it in his left hand. Sherlock parked the car right in fron of his brother and got out of the car. The other two of the little group followed him
"Mycroft, it´s the first time, but I have to admit, I am happy to see you.", Sherlock greeted his brother with a grim expression.
"I had hoped, you would say that under better circumstances. Doctor, Mrs Hudson. Please com inside. I will explain a few things to you." They went inside and sat down on an huge expensive couch.
"We won´t stay here for long, Anthea, please prepare the Jeep. While I tell them everything important."
"Yes, Sir." After Anthea left, Mycroft took a deep breath and started to explain.
"The world we know, has come to an end, because of a virus. My experts simply call him the zombie virus, because of the behavior of the infected humans. They don´t recognize their surroundings and crave to consume human flesh, like you surely already experienced. The virus is transmitted trough body fluids such as saliva or blood and can not survive without a host, which is probably the reason why the zombies are addicted to human flesh.
Their innards stopped working in the moment the virus took over the human body. They are as fast and strong as normal humans, but they aren´t stopped by critical injuries like internal bleeding. The only way to stop a zombie is to cut the head of or destroy its brain. We still don´t know enough about the virus to find a cure."
"And what exactly are we still doing here? Wasting precious time, while we could rescue people! ", asked Mrs Hudson suddenly. Her face was red and she looked really angry.
"We will go as soon as Anthea is back. We will flee to our secret and zombie safe base in Greenland.", replied Mycroft calmly.
"And how exactly should we get there?", asked John and Mycroft actually had to smile about that question.
"We will fly with a zeppelin, until we reach the ship and leave the mainland together with the other survivors."
"What survivors? Till we reach that ship of yours there won´t be any survivors anymore!", John interejected.
"That´s not true. Lestrade is already waiting with twenty other survivors at the airfield and on our way to the ship, we will pick up more. At the end we will probably be fifty to seventy people. Also there are already about fifty people at the base. They maintain the equipment and take care of some other things."
"Mycroft, one question, since when did you plan for something like this to happen?"
"Since I started working for the ministry, Sherlock." The detective stared at his brother and wanted to say something, but Antheas arrival interrupted him.
"Sir, I prepared the Jeep. We can go now."
"Thank you, Anthea and please stop calling me Sir. I am not you boss anymore." Anthea smiled at him.
"Yes, Mycroft, but only if you stop calling me Anthea and use my real name."
"Okay, Sabrina."
"Could you two stop flirting and start moving?", interjected Sherlock rudely and walked to the door.
"Of course!" They fell into silence, while Sabrina drove the jeep past the beautiful landsapes of their homeland. It would probably the last time they would see it for a long time.
Finally they arrived at the airfield and were greeted with the sight of an huge zeppelin. They stopped the Jeep next to several other cars, grabbed their back packs and moved to the zeppelin.
"Sherlock, John! I am so happy to see you alive!", Lestrade called out to them from the bottom of the stairs, which led to the boarding entrance of the zeppelin.
"We are glad too.", replied the doctor with a mild smile.
"How is the mood on board, Lestrade?", asked Mycroft and they started to going up the stairs.
"It´s pretty tense. Nobody really wants to leave and they can´t handle the situation yet. They will need someone to guide them trough this."
"I understand. Please show Sherlock, John and Mrs Hudson their cabins, while I and Sabrina will talk to the pilots. We will leave in about twenty minutes. After we are in the air, we will talk about the procuremen of enough food and the rescue of possible survivors in the future." All of them nodded in agreement and went on their way.