30 Days. (Part 1 of the 30 Days fanfic series)

Ten: Attacked

"Sherlock!!!"

Sherlock focused on John's voice, and his eyes immediately fluttered open to see his best friend tugging at his scarf, getting him to wake up. His expression looked panicked and scared. The detective quickly sat up, his heart pounding. "What's wrong?" he asked the scared doctor quickly. "It's them. There are a few, but we need to get out of here, before they attract more!"

Sherlock looked over John's shoulder to see that he was right: a few of one of the Diseased were running toward them in the distance, knives and subitutes for weapons in their hands. He quickly stood and grabbed John's hand, beginning to run. The other ran with him, starting to pant the more the two of them ran. Sherlock only gave a quick glance from behind to watch the small group of Diseased chase after them, giving loud shouts of glee, a gleam of lust for the kill in each of their horrifying eyes. He then turned back to looking ahead, searching for another safehaven, small or not, to at least keep John and him hidden for a while. Just as he spotted a crumpled down building like many of the others, he felt John's hand be yanked from his own. He quickly turned to see one of the Diseased had grabbed his friend's arm, pulling him towards the others. They readied their weapons, hunger in their gazes. But feeling an anger inside of him and that urge to protect, Sherlock rushed at them. They gave a look of shocked confusion as the detective barreled into them, shoving them away. He kicked each Diseased person down, making sure they stayed down with an extra kick. One of the Diseased had come up from behind him, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. Sherlock struggled to pry his strong hands off, but he refused to let go. He began to squeeze his neck, and Sherlock choked, desperate for air.

But then there was John, his best friend, his saviour, coming in to save him. He angrily grabbed at the Diseased man, pulling him away as easily as if he were just a sack of flour. The man struggled away from him and made to attack, knife raised, but the retired army doctor punched him back, causing him to fall over. He then grabbed onto Sherlock's hand (whom had just recovered from the previous attack of the Diseased man, gulping in air eagerly), squeezing tightly as he hastily ran. As Sherlock ran with him, he turned to look behind him to see the group of Diseased slowly recovering from their confusion and injuries. He then looked at John, who was more concentrated on searching for a place to hide. The detective wondered if half of that anger came from his half-Diseased self. He felt fortunate to have John by his side, but also afraid. He could've used such strength on Sherlock if he were in that state.

For the second time, Sherlock thought to himself: Could he really find a cure?

NOTE: Wow, okay, I know chapter 9 and 10 here look really bad. I kinda rushed because my writer's block is now just fading, and my mind was like, "Ugh just finish these chapters already!" So I apologize for that, and I also apologize for them being short and kinda poorly-written. I think I'll need some time on writing chapters 11 and 12 to think of what to write next, and make sure they're longer and more interesting, as well as more well-written. Let me know if you guys have any ideas for the next two chapters. Thanks for reading!
PS: I couldn't think of a better photo, and because I can't draw anyway, I chose that one scene from season 2, episode 3 as the photo to go along with the chapter. It's supposed to show John attacking the Diseased guy who tried to choke Sherlock to death. Lol I try 😂
Anyway, I promise: the next two chapters will be better, so hang in there! 😭
~~TheMotherofPages