Risen from death (Moriarty's return)

You can't ask me that, John

John panted, wishing to have the whole London's shortcuts map in his head as Sherlock did, as he ran across the big avenue arriving at Scotland Yard. He put the gun in the backpack, greeted the officer at the door, ran towards the elevator, and then burst open Lestrade's office door.

The DI, almost buried in papers, looked at him, surprised.

"Greg, something happened."

The DI slowly stood. He had never seen John as edgy as now.

"Did Sherlock and you have a row?"

"A row? No! Moriarty. He is back".

"Moriarty is dead."

"Moriarty WAS dead."

"Are you insane?"

John shook his head.

"Greg, I know it sounds crazy, but Moriarty is back. He sent some... things to kill you, this is why I am here.

"Things? What kind of things?"

The sound of broken glass, gunfire, and screams made both men got out of the office. Lestrade choked, watching Donovan, Anderson, and a group of other officers shooting at whatever was trying to enter through the window. Instinctively, Greg took his gun and shot the zombies, as John did the same. Soon, all the attacker's corps landed on the floor, lifeless.

"What the hell? What are those things?" yelled Donovan in at almost hysterical tone.

"Zombies. Moriarty relived them".

"Did the freak drug you?" asked Donovan.

John pointed out the bodies with his gun.

"You can see it by yourselves."

"All that I see..." Lestrade's eyes focused on John's weapon. "Where did you get that"?

"Long story."

"And I hope it is a perfect one. Keeping your army gun at home is one thing, but that..."

"We'll talk about this later! You are in danger, Greg!. Moriarty sent these zombies to kill you, as well as Molly, Sherlock, and me".

"And what about us?" asked Anderson.

"Luckily for you, Moriarty only wants to terminate those who Sherlock appreciate."

"John, are you listening to yourself? This is mad! Anyway, they are dead."

"They are NOT DEAD!"

As if it were a command, the limped bodies moved, standing up, his eyes fixed on Lestrade. He and the rest of Scotland Yard crew stepped backward.

"What is this shit?" asked Anderson.

John rolled his eyes in a very Sherlockian way.

"I just told you."

Running steps came from the stairs, and more police officers entered the room. This distracted the zombies, split into two groups, attacking the new arrivals, and the other focused on John and the others. Only one of the living dead remained behind, turned to the window, and started making a guttural sound.

The smell of powder filled the room. Soon, all of them were shot down again.

"Sir!" cried an officer, looking through the window.

John and Greg run next to her. Hundreds of zombies were climbing by the façade, trying to reach their window.

"This is impossible," muttered Lestrade.