Hey guys, sorry it took so long to make another chapter, school has been keeping me pretty busy. Anyway, enough about me, continue!

~Yamimash

      "Oi, it's your shift." John gently nudged me in the ribs. I groaned and groggily opened my eyes. Everything was pitch black, but I could barely see the outline of John. "What time is it?" I yawned as I stretched my back, making it pop. "Midnight." John whispered. I held in another groan as I slid out of the chair and shuffled to the window. Small fires from car explosions and on fires from survivors peppered the street, illuminating parts of the dark. The buildings around us had shattered glass strewn on the outside, and doors were broken down. "Looks kind of like black Friday." I chuckled quietly at my own joke. I scanned the room to make sure no one heard me laugh. Jack was lightly snoring on the couch, his broken arm that was dangling off the side was wrapped in a neon green cast that matched his hair. Mark was curled up in a tight ball on the chair, crying softly in his sleep. Tears were streaming down his face into a puddle on the chair cushion. I tip-toed to his side and ran my fingers through his hair while I whispered soothing words into his ear. "Shhh, I'm right here." I assured him. "I-I don't want m-my friends to d-die." He sobbed quietly. "I won't let that happen." I promised him. And I meant it. Gradually, his tears subsided and he fell back asleep. I crept back to the window and nearly shouted in alarm. A horde of the infected were at our door, moaning.

~Jack

      I woke up to the shouts of Yami warning us that infected people were coming our way and the thud of footsteps. I winced as my head began to pound like a drum. The pain killers were wearing off. I shook my head and slowly rose off the couch. "Here." John thrusted a gun in my hands. "No way." I handed it back to him. John frowned and reluctantly took the pistol back and jammed it in the waistband of his blue silk pajama pants. Sherlock was waiting by the door, his gun raised. He was clad in his usual attire. Sweat beaded his forehead as he waited for John to raise his gun and go over to him. "What do we do??!?" Yami panicked. "We need to go to Mycroft." Sherlock lowered his gun and whipped out his phone. John sighed in relief and tossed his gun onto the coffee table. "Mycroft-yes, I'm okay, John is too. I have three others that I found and took in...okay. Can you come here? Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can. Is there a cure yet? Damn. See you soon brother dear." Sherlock hung up with a frustrated sigh. "We have to go to him, but the only way out is the front-" "Wich is blocked off with infected people." I interrupted. "We should call them something else besides 'infected people'." Mark grumbled. "Fine, how about Uncured?" John piped. Everyone except Sherlock murmured their agreement. "Can we please get back to the task at hand?" Sherlock snapped. The room turned silent. "Better." Sherlock clasped his hands together, bent his head, and closed his eyes. John motioned for the three of us to follow him upstairs. John and I sat on his bed while Mark and Yami stood and leaned on the wall. Yami acted a little awkward around Mark, which I didn't understand. Had something happened while I was sleeping? I wondered. John yanked me out of my thoughts. "Sherlock's in his mind palace." He stated. "His mind what?" Mark asked. "It's kind of complicated, but he kind of...meditates and it helps him think better. He prefers to be alone when he's thinking." John explained. I was still kind of confused, but I nodded to show that I mostly understood. "John!" Sherlock shouted. "Back in a few." John ran down the stairs. "Yami, did you and Mark...fight?" I questioned him. Yami blushed and shook his heads. "It's nothing." Yami assured me. I decided to let it go for the time being, but I was determined to ask him again later. "Jack, Mark, Yami!" John beckoned. We each exchanged nervous glances before going downstairs. "Here's the plan. I'm going to distract the Uncured while the rest of you run ahead." Sherlock informed us. "What? No!" John protested. Fury blazed in his caramel brown eyes. "I am not losing you again. You promised!" John shouted as tears formed in his eyes. "And I will keep that promise." Sherlock flipped the collar of his trench coat up and dashed out the door. "Go!" John commanded and darted out the door. I ran close behind him with Mark at my side. Yami was about a foot behind us, breathing heavily. "This better work out without anyone dying." I panted. Adrenaline pumped in my veins as I picked up speed.

~Sherlock

      I ran out the door of 221B towards the Uncured and waved my arms around while shouting so I could get their attention. "Hey! Come and get me!" I taunted them until the horde began limping towards me. They were surprisingly faster than I thought. I took off running in the opposite direction of John and ran towards St. Bart's hospital, which wasn't too far from Baker street. I planned to see if Molly was alright and hopefully find a way to stop the Uncured without killing. My lungs felt like they were on fire as I picked up speed. My breath came in short gasps. The Uncured was steadily getting closer to me. I suddenly tripped over an unseen object and fell to the ground. The Unvpcured gathered around me in a tight circle to prevent me from escaping. I cleared my throat as I stood up from the road. I was just a yard shy of reaching the entrance. An Uncured 38 year old man with a bushy brown beard and blue eyes mumbled something incoherent and grabbed me by the sleeve of my trench coat. I lashed of the and kicked him in the face, sending him reeling back. I took off running again and burst through the doors. Something hard hit me in the back of the head, rendering me unconscious. The last thing I saw was the ends of a white lab coat and black socks with shoes.

~John

We kept running until we stopped to rest at a gas station and rummaged for food. "What...about...Sherlock?" Mark gasped as he slumped to the white tiled floor. "We came up for a plan a long time ago for if either of us got separated, we met back at Buckingham palace." I smiled fondly as memories flooded my mind. "Stole an ash tray from there once. It was great!" I laughed as I sipped a bottle of water from one of the fridges that was smashed open. "There literally isn't any alcohol!" Jack complained. I frowned and patrolled the area. He was right. "That's weird..." Jack kicked away an empty beer case. Mark had found a empty black backpack and was filling it with water, clothes, and food. "Hey Jack!" Mark waved a beer bottle in his hand with a grin on his face. "No fair!" Jack whined and crossed his arms across his chest. "Here." Yami emerged from the back of the store with three more brown bottles in his hands. "I say we make a toast!" Mark declared as he raised his bottle. "To surviving this far." "To surviving this far!" We repeated. Everyone tore off the bottle caps and took a long swig. "I almost feel like I'm back in Afghanistan." I took another drink. "You were in the army?" Mark, Jack, and Yami asked in unison. I nodded and drained the bottle. "Mark, are there anymore bags?" I changed the subject. Those weren't times I wanted to talk about. He nodded and tossed me a dark brown knapsack. I began filling it with stuff I thought we would need. Protein bars, chips, bottles of water, a multi purpose tool, two flashlights, batteries, and a camouflage hat and gloves. I also threw in a blanket and a portable phone charger. I swung the bag over my shoulder. I was kind of surprised at how much the bag could hold. "Everyone ready?" They nodded in response. I noticed Yami had gone pale, but Mark and Jack didn't seem affected at all by the situation very much. Probably from all the apocalypse games they had played since they're lets players, I mused. Abruptly, everything went dark. Yami screamed, then there was silence. I fumbled for my phone and clicked the power button. The screen remained black. "Everyone check your phone." I ordered. They obliged, but none of them would turn on. "The Uncured must've taken down the power grid." I growled as I tossed my useless phone back in my bag. "Lets just get out of here." I shouldered my bag and clicked on my flashlight. A bright white beam shone and illuminated my path. Mark had a flashlight in his hands, and so did Jack. I gave Yami my other flashlight stepped out of the gas station with the others following close behind.

~Sherlock

      I moaned softly and clutched my pounding head as I sat up. Big mistake. Dizziness momentarily took over my vision. I vomited on the floor and slumped back down, wiping my mouth off with the sleeve of my trench coat. I was inside the hospital lying on the floor of Molly's work area. I slowly made my way to a standing position and leaned against the cabinets that were lined up behind me. "I am so sorry!" Molly burst through the doors and gave me a quick hug. "I thought you were one of them." "I understand, but we need to leave." I strode towards the door that led to outside of her work space. Suddenly, the lights shut down, encompassing us in darkness. "Damn," I cursed as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It wouldn't turn on. Frustrated, I threw it at the white wall behind Molly. The case shattered and the battery of the phone popped out. "The power grid...someone has tampered with it." Molly whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "We need to go." I took her hand and began running, with Molly occasionally tripping over things on the floor. When we got to the entrance, all of the Uncured that were there before were gone. "They're planning something." I mumbled. "Sherlock?" Molly breathed, slightly out of breath from running. I shushed her and opened the door a crack. The Uncured came shambling back and blocked off the entrance. I muttered more curse words under my breath. "Why aren't they coming in?" I frowned and strode back to the door. It looked like they didn't know how. "That's their weakness. They're fast, and strong too, but they're bloody idiots." I grinned. "So we out smart them." "How?" Molly nervously glanced back at the door. The Uncured was still fumbling with the door handle. I took off jogging back to Molly's work space and climbed through the window. "What are you doing?!?" Molly shouted. I gave her a wink and let go of the window sill.