Chapter One

Westminster,London, April 31st 2052

The TARDIS engines were roaring continuously. Bolts flews around like shrapnel from an explosion, only just missing the Doctors head by a few inches. The Doctor, who had been embarking on his adventures alone for the past few weeks, looked at the figures on the TARDIS screen with anxiety.

"Time's changing!" he shouted in a concerned manner "something's tearing fragments of time and space and fracturing-" he looked up, realising he was alone.

The room stopped shuddering and the Doctor sat down against the console, removing his glasses as he did so. This calmness of the control room seemed eery and unwelcoming now that Donna was gone. Despite the sadness that consumed him, the Doctor continued to bounce around the console like a puppy, flicking switches and scratching the back of his head as he did so.

"Well we've landed," he spoke to the TARDIS as if it was able to hear him.

He grabbed his jacket that hung on a hook near the door and flung it onto himself effortlessly as he had done countless times before. He ran up to the door and flung it open.

There was an unsettling mist that sat just above the ground and the unmistakable stench of death filled the air. There was, at first, what appeared to be a gridlock of cars, but as The Doctor took a closer look... the cars were empty. Keys still in the ignition.

"Now where could I be?" The Doctor questioned aloud.

He looked around curiously to find himself looking directly at a brown tower-like building. It reached to the sky and the sudden realisation struck him instantly. This was Big Ben and he was right in the heart of Westminster. He looked beside him at the train station that he had failed to notice beforehand. The gate was shut and the lights flickered ominously.

"So where is everyone?" The Doctor mumbled, he reached for his sonic screwdriver and scanned the area around him.

A figure stumbled from the fog. One foot pulled it's body forward as the other seemed to scrape across the floor. From what he could see, the figures clothes were ripped and he appeared to have a deep wound that sprawled across his chest.

"Ooh" he said curiously "who might you be?" He started to approach the figure with confidence "I'm the Doctor, I expect you're some kind of carbonated life form with a name too?" he grinned jokingly.

The figure, who continued to walk towards him let out a sickening gargle of grunts as he staggered toward the Doctor.

The gate to the train station swung open and a voice screamed "Quick get in!" A woman's face emerged from the fog, three outlines of men stood behind her by a few feet.

"Oh hello. I was just talking to this guy right here," he turned to look at the approaching figure as it started to charge.

As it got closer, it features were more evident. It eyes were sunk deep into it's head and the flesh in it's face tightly hugged it's face. Its dislocated jaw hung from it's hinges and is it ran, the bottom jaw swung from side to side. There was a large section of it's skull missing, revealing a brain that seemed to have started rotting days ago.

The woman's voice grew more panicked "Get your arse in here right now!"

"Yes, right well," the Doctor called back "that seemems fairly reasonable."

He darted towards the station realising other figures, with similarly damaged appearances emerging from the fog behind him. He got to the station and two men slammed the gates behind him.

"What the hell were you doing out there?!" The woman shoved the Doctor backwards.

The woman has dark brown hair the reached her shoulders, her fringe covering one of her hypnotising blue eyes. She wore a leather jacket with torn black jeans and she seemed to have not cleaned her sooty face in a while.

The Doctor looked around him at the three othee men around him. One was a large man with muscular features and a bald head. He looked like a sterotypical Mexican wrestler, as his moustache hung from his upper lip. All he needed was the mask and it would be picture-perfect. The other had ginger curley hair and classes, he seemed lanky and slightly nerdy. His green fleece barely fit him and he seemed to be embracing a laptop close to his chest. He awkwardly made eye contact with the Doctor and he looked away. The third man worena business suit and held a briefcase. He seemed to be the most distressed out of the four of them and he would constantly groom his gelled grey hair that looked almost greasy.

The Doctor remembered suddenly that he was being spoken to "I.." he began before he was interrupted by the Mexican wrestler man

"You could have killed yourself out there. Those things out there would have ripped you apart. We risked our lives getting you here" he had a thick spanish accent that bellowed at a low frequency.

"Yes, of course. Thank you. I'm the Doctor by the way... and you are?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at the angry and concerned faces around him.

"I'm Rachel," the girl held out a hand and shook the Doctor's.

"José" the Mexican man nodded in acknowledgement of the Doctors existence.

"I'm Henry" the nerdy man said, his voice cracking a little as he spoke.

The Doctor turned to the business man. "I don't share my name with outsiders. You could be anybody for all I know," he squinted his eyes.

The Doctor could tell he wasn't going to like this guy.

"His name's Andrew" Rachel stated "don't worry about him. He's a bit of a twat" a corner of her mouth rose in a sniggering fashion.

"Right so what's happening?" The Doctor asked.

Henry frowned slightly "Wait, are you telling me you don't know about..." he paused dramatically "...them?"

"Not a clue" the Doctor grinned and placed his hands firmly into his trouser pockets "who's 'them'?"

Rachel checked her watch. Half past five. It would be getting dark in a few hours and they needed some form of escape or at least somewhere to rest for the night.

"I haven't got time to explain. We need a way out and we need it fast," she grabbed her bag from the ground and slung it over her shoulder "there should be a way out from the platform that leads to a different exit," she made eye contact with the men around her, grasping their attention.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me who or what those people out there were" the Doctor grew impatient.

Humans. They never stopped bothering the Doctor. They were caring, brilliant, exceptional creatures, but they were unbelievably thick at times.

"And what makes you so important? Why do you think you can help? You don't even know whats happening!" She grew angry.

From until now, she had been the dominant leader in the group and now this man had come swanning in, expecting her to bow down on her knees to him. He was taking liberties and needed to be thrown of guard before he took control.

"You wanna know what they are?" She shouted in rage "they're the dead that have come back to haunt us" she stated as a matter of fact.

"So...you mean..." the Doctor began.

Henry interjected "zombies" his voice quivered slightly.

The distant moans of the dead could be heard from outside and an unsettling mood filled the air.