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16. May 2011, Unexpected Events
Over two weeks after the first infection
"Sherlock! What did you do to make Beverly so mad?", asked John serious. The doctor had found Oliver and Sherlock in the engine room, reading a stupid book about bees together.
"We just wanted to see, what happens, when you mix certain ingredients."
"Do I really want to know what kind of ingredients? Or what you tried to accomplish?" Sherlock shook his head, but smiled at him.
"And you Oliver, why did you do it? It´s normal for Sherlock, but I thought you would behave better than him!" Oliver bit his lip, he felt bad about it and didn´t like to be scolded by John. He shuffled his feet and couldn´t look John in the eye.
"I´m sorry..." John wanted to reply something, but stopped when he suddenly heard the sound of bullets from the first deck. Immediately the doctor and the young man moved, Sherlock pushed the boy back to the book about bees.
"Read it, I will ask you later about bees, so you need to really learn everything about them.", Sherlock said, "Stay here and don´t move, only if I or John come to get you, understood?" Oliver nodded, his eyes big and full of fear.
"Let´s go, John, get your Browning, we will met at the stairs." Both men rushed off, John to get his gun and Sherlock to find another weapon, but the only thing he found were kitchen knives. They met again on the stair and only stopped for a curt reassuring nod.
"We will move together and see what happened." Slowly they moved forward. Whoever had shot, was definitely inside the zeppelin, but a zombie would never get this near to the ship, so it could be a zombie horde or an enemy, trying to steal important goods like food or water from them.
They moved forward and looked behind every little box to make sure, that they didn´t miss anybody.
"Stop, Sherlock!", whispered John and pointed to a few boxes, "We can watch out from there." Sherlock nodded and they made there way over, climbed the boxes and looked around the whole deck.
There were Sarahs and Lisas "Office", some boxes from the ship with food and other supplies, the weapons at the far end and lastly four men invading the zepplin. Both Sherlock and John were shocked.
Four zombie guards were wounded or dead, John couldn´t make sure of that, because of the distance, but their new enemys were looming over them and one of them both immediately recognized.
James Moriarty, as lively as someone can be, after a zombie apocalypse. Next to him stood a slightly bigger man, he wore big glasses and seemed to searching something. His arm was bandaged and he looked sick.
"Jim, you promised me you would find him here, the only thing I see is test material! We need to find the boy, he is the only one immune and I don´t want to die yet!", shouted the man, his voice could be heard around the whole deck.
"I don´t know, where the boy on this ship is. My informant told me, he would be here, among the children and we could easily invade the ship." Sherlock and John looked at each other, the situation didn´t look good for them.
"What was his name again?"
"Oliver Peyor."
"You, search for the boy, kill if you have to and the rest of you grab the supplies, they won´t need them anymore." An evil smirk appeared on Moriatys face and the man next to him smiled too.
"Bourke, stop smiling, you still need to pay me!" Bourkes face whitened and he immediately got nervous.
"Yes, Jim. I will go and search it immediately." Everybody left Moriarty alone between the supply boxes, they probably thought he could take care of himself.
"Sherlock, they are searching for Oliver! We have to stop them!", whispered John, Sherlock nodded, a plan was already forming in his head.
"We need a sniper.", replied Sherlock and sighed. He could handle a rifle, but he wasn´t that good, they would need a professional, that wouldn´t miss its target.
"Has anybody wished for a sniper?", piped up a grim voice behind them. They moved around fast and were greeted by Georges and Sarahs determined expressions.
"Hey, boys. I am a sniper and I have my babe with me." George grinned and showed them his deadly weapon. Sarah peered jealously at the rifle and seemed to even fume, she didn´t like, that George called his rifle "babe".
"Good, stay here and shoot, when I say the word... Skull or he tries to shoot at anybody. I don´t want to endanger John or the other passengers any further, so we will need to kill him. Kill Moriarty and the rest of them will be little lambs.", explained Sherlock, "I will go and try to distract him."
"You won´t go there alone, Sherlock! We both know how dangerous Moriarty is and he has this "thing" for you. George could just shoot him from this distance and we would be rid of him."
"No, I need to make sure, that he is dead and I need you to go and kill Bourke or get any information about the virus from him. He was the doctor testing the virus on humans, he is the one causing Oliver nightmares, he is the one killing innocent people, just like Moriarty. You will take care of him and I will take care of Moriarty and make sure, that he can´t get away." The doctor gulped, he didn´t like the plan. His hand began to shake and his leg hurt.
"John, I will come back. I assure you, nothing will happen to me. I promise.", Sherlock smiled at John reassuringly and hugged him tight. John trusted Sherlock, he never broke a promise.
"Okay, I trust you. Oliver would miss you, too." In the background Sarah was making a soft "awwww"- sound, they were just too cute, even in dangerous situations. George was chuckling softly, but the small group grew serious after only some seconds.
"George, when we put out Moriarty, we have to look after the other people, hopefully they aren´t dead or attacked by zombies. Sarah, I want you to be backup for John." Sarahs expression dropped, she would be a nuisance to the doctor. She still wasn´t fast enough to keep up with the exsoldier.
"Just try to stay safe, I still want to it dinner with you.", George whispered into her ear and smirked. Sarah immediately blushed and even giggled.
"Come on, Sarah. We have to go."
"Yes, Sir!" Sherlock and George waited, till John and Sarah were out of sight, before they started with the plan.
"Don´t forget the word." George nodded and got into position. Sherlock climbed down and headed for Moriaty.
"The game is on again.", he said silently, his blue eyes focused on his target.
Moriarty was already waiting for him, he knew Sherlock was on this ship. His informant had told him everything, about Sherlock and the boy and John...
"Hello, darling.", greeted Moriarty the tall man, he still wore his westwood, but it looked dirtied and worn.
"Hello, Jim." The both eyed up each other. Moriarty had lost weigh and he looked... hunted, like even the great evil mastermind was scared of those creatures.
"I already see, the time on the ship was good for you."
"Yes, John makes sure, that all of them eat enough here."
"Good, because they will need the extra fat, when they will need to survive out there." Moriarty chuckled and walked some steps.
"What´s your plan?"
"I will take the supplies, as you already know, and I will take you with me, because you are my payment. For this ship... I already want to burn it. It will be fun to watch it explode."
"You won´t.", Sherlock moved a step forward and glared at Moriarty threateningly.
"I will. And you won´t be able to stop me, because you will already be grieving the loss of the boy called Oliver and your best friend... or should I say, your secret love?" The detective gritted his teeth and growled at Moriarty.
"Don´t you even lay a finger on any of them and I swear, I will kill you in the most cruel way." Moriarty smiled, he had succeeded in riling up Sherlock.
"Then how about this, I won´t kill John or Oliver, if you win in a match. The little sniper you have asked to shoot me, is already occupied with some of my soldiers, so he won´t be able to help you. It will be a fair match, won´t it?" Sherlock thought about it, he didn´t need to look after George, to see him fighting with several guards and taking them down one after another.
"You said or, if I kill you, you won´t be able to kill any of them.", said Sherlock coldly, he would do anything to protect them from this man.
"Don´t you want to know what will happen, when you lose?"
"You will kill John, but will take Oliver with you to find a cure to the zombie virus. I will be your captive and probably die a cruel death." Moriarty clapped his hands and smiled evilly.
"Almost right, Sherlock, but I won´t kill you. The human population is already minimized, killing you wouldn´t be a good idea, you are a genius, like me and the next generation has to be intelligent. Also I am quite fond of you." Sherlock ignored the seductive look Moriarty gave him and asked instead:
"What kind of match did you think about?"
"How about a boxing match? I heard you are quite good and I want to see it for myself."
"How do we determine the winner?"
"When both shoulders are on the floor, you win and the other way round."
"Okay, let´s begin, I want you out of my life as fast as possible.", replied Sherlock and rubbed his hands. He was indeed a good boxer, but he would still need to be careful, Moriarty wouldn´t fight fair and he surely wouldn´t underestimate his nemesis.
"Then let´s begin."