BROKEN BRITAIN
2011 – The Doctor and Rose Arrive Back in London Hoping For Some Rest And Relaxation, But What They Get Is Something Quite Different.
14 Teenagers Have Been Stabbed By One Of Their Own, Adults Are Terrified To Go Outside. It Was Ghost Town, But Suddenly A Piercing Scream Broke Through The Air,
Another Teenager Faced The Dark Depths Of Death.
Hi, Well This Is my first Doctor Who Story, Hope You Enjoy The First Instalment, Please Review, Constructive Criticism Welcome :)
Dedicated to my BETA: The Marionette Princess - who i'd be lost without.
Chapter 1
Un-United Nation
"Powell Estate, London, Great Britain, Earth, The Solar System," Announced The Doctor as he walked out of the TARDIS. The familiar concrete tower blocks, coated in years of graffiti, felt more like his home than any part of the TARDIS. He looked around, noting the unsusual quiet before bouncing over to the many leaflets that littered the walls of the Powell Estate, "2011 the dates a bit off but at least were in the right century this time."
"What? As opposed to being in the 18th Century?" Teased Rose Tyler as she walked out of the TARDIS and up to the Doctor, "Did you even pass your test to fly this thing?"
The Doctor scratched his ear, Rose was sure that she could see a crimson blush slowly rising up his neck.
"Well I didn't actually take a test. I – how do you put it – Ah... I salvaged her! Yes, I salvaged her, Rose Tyler.' He grinned at her and quickly strode off towards the home ofJackie Tyler.
"So basically, you're telling me you stole her. You – A Timelord – stole the TARDIS. I thought you said all Timelords were given one when they graduated the acada... wait a minute, you didn't graduate did you? That's why you 'salvaged' the TARDIS," Realised Rose as she ran to catch up with The Doctor, "Doctor were you a rebel?" She stood In his Path, hands on hips and tongue poking out between her teeth waiting for an answer. It was then that The Doctor realised that the streets were empty, a deathly silence surrounded them both – and from his experience silence was not a good sign. As he slowly turned around he took in the leaflets and papers that lay scattered on the ground, the dried blood that stained the walls and the eerie silence.
"Rose, what's it usually like on the Powell Estate at 2pm on a Friday?" Enquired The Doctor as he slowly turned back around to face Rose.
"Friday afternoon? It's really busy, full of parents chatting and kids running about - Don't even try to worm yourself out of the question," Smiled Rose, her grin quickly fading when she saw the look on The Doctors face, "Doctor, what is it?"
"Just listen." Commanded The Doctor softly.
Rose did as she was asked. She could hear... nothing. It was deathly silent, 'But this isn't right.' She thought.
"I hear nothing. That's unusual - there should be people all around us, people talking and laughing," Whispered Rose, "Something's wrong."
As if in reply to Rose's statement, a chilling and piercing scream broke through the air.
The Doctor knew the tone of the scream. It was one he had heard too many times – it was the scream of death.
Rose and The Doctor slowly looked at each other. Without any kind of verbal communication, they both bolted towards the piercing scream simultaniously, despite not knowing what was awaiting them.