Doctor Who: The Zombie Apocalypse
Summary: The doctor and Donna save the Earth from the zombie apocalypse with the help of the first and second survivors.
Disclaimer: I am not making any profit, so don't sue me! All I own is: Phalanx (gears of war) New Mombasa: The Soldier's War (Halo) Fugitives (Left 4 Dead), and this.
Setting: Locales included and near to levels in the first and second Left 4 Dead games.
Chapter 1: The beginning
"What the hell is going on?" demanded Donna. "Doctor! Doctor!"
"I don't know" he shouted! as a burst of flame erupted from the TARDIS. "Behave!" he shouted to the machine. He danced around the central console, flipping a few switches. "Aha, that should do it! Hold on!" he kicked a lever and everything faded to black.
Bill reloaded his M-16. The zombies hadn't stopped coming ever since that boomer had dropped on Louis and exploded. He was angry at Louis for getting biled, not that it is was his fault. Zoey and Francis were gone on a food search and until they got back, he was alone. The two of them had been holding down their makeshift fort: a theater.
With a gruff push, Bill opened fire upon a fresh swarm of zombies. Louis fired blindly, the vomit obscuring his sight. With the roar of automatic weapons, this latest attack stopped, and Louis towled himself off on a curtain. "That was nasty man." he remarked, seeing the whole boomer's worth of bile on the curtain.
"Don't let it happen again." Bill replied. They were low on ammo, and due to his strength, they had made Francis the pack mule, a role which he heavily objected to, not that he had a choice.
"I hate backpacks." he complained when they filled a salvaged Barbie girl backpack onto him and stuffed it with cans of ammo.
"But you look so darling with that pink." Zoey joked. Francis fumed.
Meanwhile, in the present, something weird was happening to the veteran and the analyst. A blue haze was forming with a whooshing sound, like sewage being drawn through a mechanical stray. A faint outline appeared of a middle-aged, red-haired woman. She was rather stockily built. In a quarter of a second, she became fully solid, and materialized with a bang.
"What?" she demanded angrily, hands on her hips.
"God Damnit!" swore Bill. Turning to her, he offered her a pistol and said: "Take this, here they come."
"What?" she repeated in shock. Suddenly, zombies rushed at them from everywhere. The woman tried furiously to wring an explanation from the two men, but she was drowned out by gunfire.
Suddenly, a zombie lunged at her. Defensively, she punched him in the nose, and more gray-skinned abominations rushed at her. She panicked, face white and opened fire with her pistol. The shots tore through the infected and they dropped to the ground and the attack stopped, but before she could even open her mouth, an ominous rumbling erupted.
"Tank!" shouted the black man. He and the old guy wheeled around, and spotted the tank on a high catwalk over the stage. They opened fire. Donna stood there, paralyzed with fright.
The muscular zombie grabbed an overhanging light. and hurled it at the group. They darted away, and the tank descended the ladder. Bill and Louis fiercely peppered the monster with rounds, and to her horror, Donna saw it turn on her. She screamed and ran as quickly as her legs could go, but it wasn't fast enough. The tank swung at her with its massive arms, and she ducked as it threw a puch at her skull and she dropped to the floor.
The tank swung its fist at her on the ground, just missing her barely as she rolled away. Suddenly, she couldn't move! A black, hooded something was holding her down, shredding at her helpless body. She couldn't escape, her legs were pinned. The sharp claws tore her flesh, and Donna screamed.
Suddenly, The thing was gone, torn away in an instant. Without thinking, Donna got up and ran. Those two men were nowhere in sight. The evil tank charged at her, backing her against a wall. Desperately, she gathered her strength, and lunged at the tank. Her fist hit the head, and something cracked. The tank roared in pain and hurled her onto a balcony. She caught the edge with her hands, barely hanging on for dear life!
The tank wrenched a chair from the floor and readied to hurl it at Donna. She clenched her eyes shut, and knew she was about to die, but the fatal object never came. Instead, a soft hand gripped her own and urged her: "Come on, get up!" She took the hand, and worked onto the balcony, to be faced with a young, brunette woman in a red jacket, holding a Remington 700 rifle.
"Thank you." she replied.
"No problem." answered the young woman. "That was a close one, thank god you're alright."
Donna asked and gasped: "Hold on, why aren't I dead yet?"
The brunette replied to her: "Look behind you." She saw the dead body of the tank, and the balcony next to hers had been smashed, presumably by the chair. "Bill and Louis saved your life from that tank. I don't know the doctor
Angry questions swarmed the front of her mind. "Where's the doctor, how did I get here, who are you?"
"The doctor?" asked Zoey. I don't know any doctor, sorry. "I don't know how you got here either, and I'm Zoey, nice to meet you."
"Donna, Donna Noble." she seethed.
'Come on." invited Zoey. "I'll introduce you to the others." Worriedly, Donna followed the young woman down the steps, through the ruined passage, and she asked her a question.
"Um, Zoey, why's everything so, ruined? What's with all those people that are running like, feral animals? What happened?"
Zoey turned to her and said: "Frankly, I don't know myself. There's been some kind of plague, and it's turned everyone into zombies. It's been like this since about three weeks ago."
Donna opened her mouth to say something when Zoey interrupted her. She pointed at three men, one armed with an Uzi, one with an M-16, and one with a double-barreled shotgun. "That's Louis. she said, indicating the black man on the left side of the group. He was dressed in a formal business shirt with a pair of khaki pants. In his hand he held an Uzi, and he seemed to be the most lively of the three.
"Donna." she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Nice to meet you." he replied warmly. He offered her his hand, but she refused it.
'This here is Bill." continued Zoey. He was the guy in the middle. He was wearing a green beret, combat fatigues, and a green jacket. He was armed with an M-16. In his mouth was a cigarette. He had a gray beard. He wasn't as lively as Louis, but his eyes shone with an inner strength and a compassion forged through shared suffering.
"Hiya, Donna." he said politely. "Are ya okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks." she said.
"I've got pills!" chirped Louis enthusiastically, but Donna shook her head.
"Finally," continued Zoey, pointing to the third man on the right, the one wielding the double-barreled shotgun. "This is Francis." He was an outlaw biker. He had a small, black beard. He was haughty and wore a dark leather vest and a pair of blue jeans. He had a smug grin on his face which made Donna want to slap him.
"Hey, lady." he said sarcastically, not even offering her basic courtesy.
"I'm not a lady, I'm Donna Noble!" she snapped. The biker seemed taken aback, but chuckled quietly to himself. Zoey gave him a glare and he stopped.
Meanwhile, in a small town in Alabama, a blue police call box appeared in the middle of the street in front of four startled humans. One of them, a young mechanic wearing a baseball cap, approached the box and knocked on the doors.
"Don't do it, Ellis." warned Coach, Getting his chainsaw ready. Nick and Rochelle pointed their guns at the door.
"Uh , excuse me, mister, uh, guy in the box. You can come out, we ain't gonna hurt you." Immediately, the door cracked open and a man with a thin face and brown hair stuck his head out.
"I'll be right out." he said happily. The door shut briefly, but then, they opened again and he stepped out of the box. He was wearing a blue suit with a dead tie. His hair was slightly disheveled and his face had a bit of soot on it, but other than that, he looked fine. "Hello." he greeted the four. "What are your names? I'm the doctor, just call me doctor, and you are?" he asked, pointing at Coach.
"I'm Coach." said the big black man. He had put away his chainsaw and offered his hand. "Welcome." he said and shook the Doctor's hand. On his side was a baseball bat.
"I'm Rochelle." said the black woman kindly. She was wielding an AK-47 and a machete." she briefly hugged the doctor.
"And you are?"
"Nick", stated the man in the white suit. He was armed with a desert eagle and a fire ax.
"I'm Ellis." said the mechanic. "But you can call me Ell." He had a SPAS and a Glock-17."
"Please to meet you, Ellis. Now, where exactly am I?"
Rochelle came forwards with the explanation. "You're in the zombie apocalypse in some small Alabama town and-"
"Bitches!" shouted Ellis. He pulled out his Glock and opened fire. Immediately, the others did, while the doctor looked on with a sad expression.
"It can't be." he whispered to himself. "It just can't." He was wrenched from his thoughts back something leaping on his back.
"Jockey!" shouted Rochelle, and she fired at it with her AK. The demented infected cackled evilly as it rode the doctor, who was resisting in vain. He struggled to get the thing off his neck. He was in no hurry, a Time Lord could resist strangulation much longer than a human could.
The thing clawed at his neck, drawing blood. Vainly, he tried to get it off, and he started to chocke. His airway was blocked, and he was sputtering. His world was going black, when suddenly, the oppressive weight was off his back! The jockey was dead, its dead cloven in two by Rochelle's machete. Gasping, he took deep breaths until he calmed himself, but there was no time to catch his breath.
"Come on, let's go!" urged Nick. Winded, the doctor followed him into a deserted school. Numbly, he barely noted the gunfire all around him, as they battled through swarms of zombies. He was too busy to notice what was happening. Something was wrong, and he needed to figure it out, quickly. TARDIS had done something, and Donna was gone, and he couldn't do anything to get her back. Under differing circumstances, he might have been worrying about Donna, but what he was seeing now was too troubling.
"No, this can't be." he continued mumbling under his breath. "Could it be the beast? No, it can't be. He fell into the black hole. The Daleks? No; they'd just exterminate everything. Cybermen? They wouldn't bother. The Spiders? There aren't any crystals. Macra? Couldn't be; they never made it to Earth. The cats? No no no, they haven't evolved yet. No, the library hasn't been constructed yet. Can't be Sontarans? They wouldn've shown themselves by now. Ooh, it can't be an obvious threat, otherwise Torchwood would have done something. If not Torchwood, then UNIT."
He was shaken from his ramblings by a kindly voice. "Doctor, are you okay?"
He looked up and saw Rochelle. He relaxed his features and answered: "I'm fine, just, a bit, surprised, that's all. So," he said, reaching into his pocket. "Who's up for tea?"
Author's Notes
*I decided to make this fic do to the lack of fics about Donna Noble, and that Bill doesn't get any love.
* I found it hard to write about the survivors and the DW characters, so please alert me if you notice any OOCness.
* This fic will have DonnaXBill as a pairing
* The things that I mentioned in the Doctor's ramblings are real enemies from various episodes
* If you liked this, then drop a review, because I seriously cannot write unless I get reviews!
*If you have anything else that you'd like to mention or add, then mention it in a review and I will try to address it.
* Helpful advice is appreciated and I will name anyone who gives me good advice
* If there's anything that you'd like to me to include in the next chapter, then mention it in a review and I will do my best to mention it.
*Don't forget to review, that is all.