Doctor dead
A doctor who/walking dead fanfiction
Chapter 1: December 3rd, 1942
I didn't remember much about the day I was left to die. All I've heard was that my own mother left me in a cardboard box on the side of the road. It was also snowing that night. Below zero degrees! (Well, I knew it was snowing) I felt like an unwanted , and I can't think of why "he" would want me. "He" is the man who adopted me,or found me. The man was in what was called the tardis that was flying!
"A b-baby?"Dad" said, picking me I started to cry. I was tired and cold and homeless...but not for long. "Shh." He spoke. spoke,cradling me and holding me close. He had a soothing voice and his gentle face made me smile and giggle. Dad giggled along. His warm jacket made me sleepy so I didn't catch the rest.
I've stayed with The doctor for 13 years now. Traviling through different times hasn't affected my age, which is good I suppose. It's odd,but not as odd as my name, which is Mysteria. But THAT'S not as odd as my adventure. Let me tell you about the time me and my dad lost the tardis and had a crazy undead adventure.
