Angels Watching Over Us

           It has been three years since the outbreak happened; John has been fighting for his life and the lives of his closest friends. Him and Lestrade were the only good shots so they brought up the rear when moving from area to area. It has also been three years since John has lost his best friend Sherlock during the Moriarty incident. He was glad that Sherlock was not there to witness this horror. Though it would be great to have his insight against the zombies.

    “Hurry up John we need to get to the next area before nightfall. You know this place will be crawling with them by then and it will make it hard for us to see and keep cover.” Lestrade yelled over his shoulder as he turned the corner. Today was hard on John since it was exactly three years ago he saw his best friend fall. The day was just heavy with memories and fear.

    “I know just keep going I will be right behind you.” John ran as fast as he can. Something felt unusually heavy though. Like there was a presence of some kind near him. John couldn’t tell what it was and didn’t have time to think about it either. He turned the corner and heard a scream. Right in front of the group was a couple of zombies. John picked up his pace and ran right past the group and started shooting. He got the first zombie right between the eyes and turned to face the other and took him out rather quickly but he did not think about the order in taking them out so the last one was right behind John and closing in fast. Before John could turn around he heard the shot and heard the thud of the zombie hitting the ground. He looked up to see the grey haired man holding his gun and smoke coming out of the barrel. Lystrade lowered the gun and flashed a saddened face then turned annoyed.

     “You need to be more careful John. You have been rather reckless lately and I will not always be here to save you!” The silver fox barked.

     “Greg cut him some slack you should know what today is!” Molly rushed over to John who keeps staring at the ground in some sort of a trance.

     “Yah well we all miss him dammit but it has been three years and he needs to not slack off any day. Things can turn real fast and if we lose one of us it might as well be all of us.” Through all the screaming John just felt heavier and heavier. He was reckless but someone had to pay for his best friend’s death since the man that caused it took his own life leaving nothing for John to extract his revenge. The zombie outbreak a few months after Sherlock’s death gave John many targets for him to unleash his wrath on while protecting those he had left. John also knew if Sherlock was alive he could have maybe prevented this disaster. So many thoughts and feeling swam around his head. Thoughts of why am I still alive, Lestrade is right I am a burden during this time, Molly should not be defending me, I wish Sherlock was here and so forth. John fell to the ground.

      “John!” Molly screamed as she ran to the doctor. “See what you have done? He has not been sleeping or eating well the past while and you had to go and yell at him.” Molly cradled John in her arms to see if he was ok when he fell. He seemed ok and no head injuries. Lestrade came over to see for himself if John was ok. He let out a huge sigh as darkness encircled around the group. He knew he was too hard on John but times were dangerous. He picked up John and threw him over his shoulder.

     “It is getting dark and we need to get moving to reach the others before it gets too late. It is not far so carrying John will not be a problem.” Lestrade started walking ahead of the shaken Molly as he looked back. “Oh and Molly I apologize, you were right I am too hard on John.” Molly smiled a faint smile and caught up to the grey haired man. They walked in silence to the abandoned house which was the meet up point for the team.

     “You are late Greg.” A voice slightly snarled as they entered the door.

     “Sorry Sally but John had another episode. At least we made it at all.” Lestrade set John on the couch and made his way to where the others were gathering.