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12. May 2011, Worrisome News
Over one week after the first infection
On the zeppelin a new routine started. They went out to rescue people more often, it wasn´t an easy job, but they hadn´t lost anybody to the zombie virus.
Sarah and Lisa were tuning the zeppelin. Now it was flying even faster! Mycroft even considered skipping the ship to the Greenlands and flying there with the zeppelin, but that would need more time to think about.
John still worked hard to check up on his patients. He checked on Sarah two times a day, to see if she rested enough and was constantly nagging her. She was a bit careless, but her ankle was still healing nicely.
Sherlock was now the ships teacher, he wasn´t a nice teacher, not that the lessons weren´t fun, but he was always deadly serious and teached the kids the strangest things, like about how to see if the water was clean and if you could drink it. But he never did it with normal water with a bit dirt in it, he put poisons of plants or sometimes even moldy food from the kitchen into the water. John was really surprised that no one of Sherlocks students had to come to him with food poisoning. The young man taught his students how to survive in this new world and be clever. In three days he had taught them what to do, when they ever met a zombie. John was a bit proud to see, that the kids were eager to learn from him.
Sherlock, John, Lestrade and now Lisa too were now the rescue team. Mycroft and Sabrina were recruiting more, but they still needed time. Two hours ago they had rescued three really interesting surivors. They had told them, that they were guards at a lab near Forfar.
They declared, that said lab, was responsible for the zombie invasion, because they alleged created the virus. One of the guards got infected and there the old story goes.
He went home to his wife and infected her. She met her friends the next day and so the virus spread. The virus needed 12 hours to take control of the human body and they ended up as a zombie.
But the three survivors also told them about the humans, that had been used to test the virus. They had infected whole familys to find someone, who was immune to them and could be used to find a way to cure infected people.
The way to test the immunity was to let the infected humans bite the healthy ones. They didn´t treat the bites, just to see what would happen after the twelve hours and when they survived, they were tested again and again. Most of those immune people died, because their bites were getting infected with germs, but nobody came to treat them.
"And why exactly aren´t you at the lab anymore?", asked Mycroft in a cold voice.
"We didn´t agree with their doings anymore, so we left.", said one of them.
"What if you were here, not to join us, but to lead us into a trap? We could be useful new test objects for the lab."
"Good assumption, Sherlock, but I think we should go there nevertheless. There could still be innocent people and I don´t want to leave them behind."
"Okay, brother. I will go and look for this lab in the database. Maybe I can find something about the buildings. It could be useful."
"Good, John, you have to prepare for everything. We don´t know in what state the survivors are and I want you to catch the scientists and bring them here so we can interrogate them."
"Yes, Mycroft."
They hurried to prepare everything for every possible scenario. Lisa and Sarah prepared big cages for the scientists and John put up field beds to immediatly take care of the injured survivors.
Later on they finally reached their destination. It was a small building with many underground floors, so it would like an ordinary office building.
Again they moved out in their little formation. But this time it was much more dangerous. There could be zombies lurking everywhere and just waiting for the living people to come by.
The building seemed abandoned, but they couldn´t be sure of that, so they moved slowly through the broken doors. They checked the upper floors, but there was nothing except some dead corpses.
"Mycroft, we will need to move to the cellar. The connection will probably collapse, so we won´t be able to contact you, if there are any complications."
"We heard that, Lisa. Please be careful and come back safely.", replied Sabrina.
"We will, I promise.", Sherlock said and they walked down the stairs to the other floors. They moved as careful as possible, but there was nothing. There were no zombies, no humans, simply nothing. Like someone had taken everything important and left the lab behind. The only thing they found were amounts of datas about the zombie virus.
For example observations about zombies, how they reacted to certain things like electricity or poison, and patients records about their victims. One of those patients records was laying on a big desk in one of the offices. Probably the office of the big boss of the labratory. John took it and read it. In the file was a small photo of a boy.
He was probably nine to ten years old in the picture. His hair was brown and curly like Sherlocks, he had big brown eyes and looked so innocent. He had a big smile on his face and seemed really happy. John read the notes about the boy and was shocked.
"Look at this! This boy... Oliver Peyor was bitten ten times by infected persons, the last time was only three days ago. How could they do something like this to a kid?" The doctor was shocked. It was cruel to treat a child like a lab rat.
"They left the building shortly after. The signs for that are unmistakingly clear, but something or someone is still here."
"How do you know that Sherlock?"
"Fresh blood on the floor. It leads to this...", he pointed at an big wardrobe in the corner of the room, "...closet." Lisa moved closer to the wardrobe and slowly reached out for the doorknob. Then everything happened too fast. Lisa opened the door and out of it flew a net, but luckily nobody was caught by it.
"What the hell was that?"
"It was a trap. For a zombie. Probably. The blood was just a way to get it´s attention. We have to look out for more of those traps." The others nodded and headed out. They found several other traps, but still no zombies.
"Hey, come here!", Lestrade shouted. The others hurried to his side at the door to a small closet for brooms. There in a heep of blankets lay a small fragile boy. His light blond almost white hair was filthy and he hold tighlty onto a big kitchen knife.
"Slowly. He could be infected." John moved forward and snatched the knife from the boy, but he didn´t even flinch. The doctor threw the knife away and checked the boys condition.
"He has a high fever and has many bite marks, but he isn´t infected. If he was he would have attacked us already. But we have to bring him to the zeppelin as fast as possible. His condition is critical."
"Okay. I will carry him." Sherlock gently craddled the boy in his arms. The child whimpered and tried to move away from Sherlock.
"Sh, boy. Everything is okay, you are safe." The boy relaxed slightly, but was still tense. John stared at Sherlock, he never ever had seen the young man acting so tender.
And because of that the doctor was jealous.