Moon
The walls are cold and the smell is foul and she has nowhere else to go. They have her now. There is no more plans, no more places to hide. She lays there among the bodies of her friends and comrades and await her own death. Maybe it will not be so bad to finally put down this load, she thinks. As she does the sky overhead parts and the bright moon smiles down upon her. She stares up her heart beating fast, hot tears strolling down her cheeks. She remember.
They surrounds him, gun at the ready. There is no way he can escape this. He is all out of plans and tricks. His sonic screw driver is broken. His friends, companions are either dead or have become a part of them; mindless, emotionless, zombies. His Tardis is gone and there is a cold gun barrel press to his temple. He is so tired, so wearily, so exhausted and they are calling his name. Telling him to join them, become one with them and he is so alone. Then up head the sky parts and the moon appears. Shining brightly down upon them. He turns his head and gazes up. He remember.
Everywhere as far as the eye can see are bodies upon bodies and not a living soul -beside herself -for miles and miles. She has check. There is no one. Not anymore. She is alone. Guardian of a world without inhabitants. Forever alone. The human race is no more. She is the last of her kind. The last human. The last ray of hope left in the universe. It is a burden she neither wants nor would wish on anyone else. She had thought she was up for the task but she is beat, worn out, exhausted. She opens up her backpack, pulls out a bottle with only one pill inside. She sits down upon a body of some young lady or at least she thinks it is a lady -with the body so rotten she cannot tell- and opens the bottle. She pulls out the pill and brings it closer to her lips. As she does the sky parts and the moon, half gone thanks to them, shines down upon her and she remember.
He is drowning. The thing –whatever it is – is pulling him down and he no long have the strength to fight it anymore. His right arm and left leg is gone. He is bleeding and losing conscious. It is only a matter of time before he is no more a part of this world. They know it. He knows it. He is out of lives. If he dies here that is it for him. No more doctor who. No more adventures. No more discovers. No more death and destruction to witness either, he thinks to himself as he begin to drifts off. As he does he cannot help but notice the moonlight pouring in from above. It is the only source of light he has. Lifting his eye lids up. He gazes up into the night sky and he remember.
When the world is colder and loves flicker, they both stares up at the moon and remember. Remember a different time and a different place. It is all they have now. It is in a sense their home. And when they do gaze up they recall love once more and continue on to fight the never ending war, hoping to someday win for good.