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This Is The End

A body fell out of a window, crashing into a bush below the window. Distant grunting and screaming came from a flat. 221 to be exact. Things were falling over all around the room, making a huge ruckus that disturbed no one.

"Sherlock, behind you!" John yelped, having looking over his shoulder a second before landing another blow to the slowly rotting corpse's face. Sherlock span around, thrusting her machete forward and successfully stabbing the thing John warned her about.

In case you haven't realized yet, the Apocalypse had begun.

Long ago, they found the first signs in Miami, but everyone disregarded and carelessly waved the worry away, having enough economical problems to deal with actual cannibals. But of course, the disease spread slowly, the citizens still not giving it much attention and thinking it was a mere virus like the flu.

No one knew it would lead to 98% of the population's death.

The few people that had survived were immune to the virus, their blood containing a very rare antibody that prevented the virus from infecting the host.

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes were the only survivors left in London, both of them having looked all over Great Britain for any survivors but not succeeding. They had decided to leave to the next save zone, which was in California. When they returned to their flat to pack all their stuff, the entire building was flooded with the living dead.

Having already had weapons on them, they fought all the zombies, avoiding any bites or any blood to contact any exposed skin. They couldn't handle so many, and having known that, both retreated and ran as fast as they could to St. Bart's Hospital. They took the stairs, having to stab a couple of zombies on the way.

When they reached the roof, Sherlock almost paused with a sense of dejavu. Stayed in the center of the rooftop, looking around to see if there were any helicopters or rescue planes/ships. Unfortunately, there were none.

"What now, Sherlock?" John asked, panting heavily from the run. He looked at Sherlock, who was only panting slightly.

"I...I don't know." Sherlock stuttered, feeling weak in position of not knowing.

"There must be a plan, Sherlock! You always have a plan! Always!" John yelled with concern, earning a sad look from Sherlock.

"This is the end, Mr. Watson." Sherlock said, tears filling her eyes as she looked at her fiancé.

"No! We were suppose to get married and live a happy life! It won't end like this!" John yelled, gripping Sherlock's shoulder's as she looked down at her hands, that were now placed on both John's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, John." Sherlock whispered, burying her face against John's chest. John immediately wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on top of her head with his eyes closed tightly.

Both their head snapped to the sound of a horde of zombies running onto the roof through the stairs. The engaged couple ran to the edge, standing on the ledge with their hand intertwined. They turned to each other, Sherlock wrapping her arms around John's neck and John wrapping his arms around Sherlock for one last time.

"I love you, John." Sherlock whispered, tears rushing down her face.

John was in the same state when he whispered out those five words. "I love you too, Sherlock."

Their lips met for the last time in a desperate, passion filled kiss. Neither of them noticing when they unbalanced themselves and plummeted down to the ending earth.