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I ran my microwave this morning and didn't realize there was a flying insect inside it at the time. I opened the door after about 20 seconds of microwaving (a bun-worth) and it flew out and away.

Soooo, if the west coast of North America is ravaged horribly sometime this month by a lone mutant flying insect, I apologize, I didn't know it was in there. (Alternately, if it bites me and I develop super mutant flying insect powers, I promise to use them for the good of humanity or something.)

Title: Night of the Breathing Dead
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG13, peril, dodgy medical stuff, dodgy science, John whump, ACD story reference.
Warning: Major character is buried alive.
Word Count: 5160
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Very very very late, but written for Challenge 26: Ghost Story! Not Brit-picked or betaed, since I've spent too long fussing with this already and it's at the 'post it now or fuss with it forever' stage, so voila!

Summary: John Watson woke up in the dark with a headache, the taste of sweetened copper in his mouth, and Sherlock snarling threats in his left ear.
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As a gimmick to get more people to read about emergency preparedness, the CDC (yes, the actual, real world Center for Disease Control and Prevention, the one you hear about in the news, on Bobby's bank of cover identity phones, and on other U.S. TV shows and movies) has put up a page about preparing for a Zombie Apocalypse. Which is about the same as preparing for most other disasters, so in the end it's accomplishing their aim of educating people with a hell of a lot more sense of humour than you'd think you'd find in a government public health agency.

And how is your day going? By the way, it's Friday! \o/