"Poor idea, indeed," he agreed bitterly. Eric still had no interest in the man whatsoever, but now they were in quite the predicament. Rose would be his priority (after himself, of course), but perhaps Sherlock could at least be a decent distraction with his loud voice.

The only object large enough to do any damage in his immediate vicinity was a chair, and so he took it up at Rose's request. The rotting, walking corpses were moving in faster than he thought was possible given their condition, and he barely had time to grab the piece of furniture before it was nearly upon them.

It was then that he noticed how weak he was. Not less powerful like he was in the mansion, but weak. No stronger than an ordinary human.

Now he was definitely worried.