Cause something needed to warn CAL that something was up. I do not own Doctor Who. Cover owned by brotoad on deviantart.
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He had worked in the Library for a while now. A few years before the turn of the 51st century. He loved the idea. In a world full of technology a planet dedicated to the feel of paper and the sound of turning pages.
But today something felt off. Something made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Brushing aside these 'childish' fears he pushed the cart down the row. He placed the books back into the shelf, feeling the hard book cover hit the back of the shelf. He turned to walk away.
A thump. He turned around, sighing in relief when he noticed it was just a fallen book. As he picked it up he realized it was the book he had just placed away.
A primal surge of fear went through his body. Leaving the cart he walked briskly away from the shelves.
Brave people could figure out what had happened. Brave, clever people. Not him. He was a coward, not one of those idiotic horror story characters who always died investigating strange things.
The lights were dimmer? And flickering? But they had just replaced them. The fear in him grew stronger, like no other fear he had felt before. This was the fear of the prey who was surrounded by predators, with no way out. As he rounded a corner he noticed something strange. How could he have two shadows with only one light?