Rose hit the ground with immense force at a very awkward angle. With a horrifying crack, her arm bent at an unnatural angle.. Bone pierced through the pale skin of her forearm, painting it bright red with fresh blood. Rose let out a dreadful screech of pain, squirming on the brittle grass. She barely managed to twist herself into a less painful position before the edges of her vision become tinged with the telltale signs of on-coming unconsciousness. Black seeped into her vision as her blood flowed onto the ground.

"Doctor!" Rose managed to bellow once more before giving into the darkness.

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"Rose? Ah, Rose! How wonderful! How- fantastic!" The Doctor stood before her, dressed in a blue suit and red converse. But that wasn't right, no, this was THE DOCTOR- his first form. Well, the first she'd seen him in. His piercing blue eyes held a look of sheer happiness at the sight of her- smile bright on his older face. He was just as she remembered him, everything to the mole on his right cheek. The only difference was his attire- no oversized leather jacket could be seen.

"I- it is? Wha' exactly is fantastic, Doctor?" Rose voice didn't share the joy of the Doctor's- in fact it was borderline panicked. There was something wrong- horribly wrong. She could feel it. A ghost pain shot up her arm- Rose shuddered.

"The dead, of course! Ya daft ol' ape! They are going to eat you! There-" The Doctor's face shifted- in emotion and in form. Where the first Doctor had stood, there was now the Doctor she had fallen for further. The joy was replaced by great sorrow, his younger face shadowed with dread.

"Oh, Rose. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." The Doctor barely managed this regretful apology before he shifted once again. He was in the same form, but his clothes tattered before Rose's eyes. His skin took on a corpse-like complexion and his eyes turned from their deep brown color to a milky cataract appearance. Rose gasped. The Doctor snarled and shuffled towards her.

"Doctor? Doctor! What are you doing! Doctor-" Rose raised her arms in a defensive stance against the altered, monstrous Doctor. He lunged for her. Pain shot up Rose's arm as his once-bright teeth sank into the flesh of her arm.

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Rose woke on the sound of a girl's thick southern drawl yelling over the sound of groans and snarls.

"She's alive! Dad, Beth, grab her! I'll herd the others into the barn. Go!" Rose felt herself being slowly lift- her arm sent sharp pains of protest up her forearm into her bicep. She couldn't quite find it in herself to open her eyes. Where was the Doctor? Doctor, oh no! She felt panic rise within her. She felt the shifting of the person carrying her. They were walking a swift pace, obviously trying to keep steady for her sake. She couldn't take the not knowing anymore; Rose forced her sandy eyes open.

"Doctor?" Rose graveled out, her voice horse from previous screaming.

"Yes, I'm a doctor. Hold on. Don't move." A Doctor, not THE Doctor. Rose didn't know what to do, though she followed his advice not to move. Her arm was killing her. She observed the man carrying her. He had a shock of white/gray hair and light stubble across his wrinkled face. His blue eyes held great emotion and care.

The man went up a few short steps onto a porch, then into a modest farm home. Rose was placed gently on a soft bed. She winced as her arm made contact with the mattress. She let out a whimper. The edges of her vision began to bleed black again.

"Beth! Grab the morphine from the top drawer! There are some bandages and an old brace in the closet. She's going to need it. This is a nasty break. I'm going to have to perform surgery on it, as soon as possible. Get my bag from my room." There was a pause and some shuffling as Beth presumably gathered the necessary medical supplies. "Now, darlin', this is going to hurt. I have some morphine, but it will take a while for it to start working. Are you ready?" He looked down at her from the side of the bed. Was she ready? No, but that didn't matter. She nodded.

"Okay. Beth, ready?" A young blonde girl came into Rose's vision, her pretty face held the same look of remorse as the old man's.

"Yes, daddy." She placed the supplies beside her father, "Hey, you can use this to bite down on. It'll help with the pain to grit your teeth. That's what I did when dad gave me stitches about a month ago." She put a towel, freshly laundered, against Rose's mouth. Rose allowed her to place it between her teeth; she bit down like her life depended on it.

"Alright. I'm sorry." With this apology, the old man took ahold of her right arm and began his work. Rose bit down on the towel as white-hot pain licked at her arm. The pain intensified as the man worked over her. Rose couldn't bear to look down at the mangled arm, the pain was too intense. Rose screeched against her muffle.

"I'm sorry! Oh, god, I'm sorry!" Beth whispered in Rose's ear as her screeching began to fade with her consciousness.

"Hand me the syringe. She needs more morphine." The old man swiftly and expertly injected the medication.

"How long do you think she'll be out for? She looks so… exhausted." Beth asked her father, looking at the blonde in the bed. She imagined, in another time, the girl would have been breathtaking. Her blonde hair was matted to her forehead. Her face was sallow and there were deep purple circles under her eyes. Her clothes were dingy and her arm was in a fresh bandage with an old brace that went from her metatarsals to her elbow. Beth shuttered at the memory of the grotesque scene she'd first found the girl in. The old man worked for a few hours over the unconscious girl, attempting to mend it, clean it, and settle it in the old brace. Once he was done, he turned to the vigilant Beth.

"She'll be out for a while. I'd imagine she's in shock. A break like this would hurt like the dickens. Get Patricia to help you clean up in here, and make sure to keep an eye on her. I'm going to grab Otis and check on Maggie." The old man looked at the girl on the bed then swiftly away. She'd be another mouth to feed. What if she had a group? She couldn't just stay here and bring her people; they couldn't afford to have a bunch of strangers taking over his farm. Faint whimpers emitted from the girl. She must be having a bad dream.

He wondered if it was any worse than the one they were living.

Author's Note: Welp, here is the first chapter. Its not very eventful, but I can't just jump into the thick of the plot. There must be some form of development and relationship building… if that's what you can call this. I love, love, love Herschel! He is an amazing asset to the Walking Dead crew and a brilliant moral compass in times of great duress. Though, if you Walkers remember, he wasn't exactly warm and welcoming in the second season. He had his girls to worry about and he didn't openly trust outsiders. Who would? Not I, said the little red hen!

He, of course will help for a while, but he doesn't want strangers taking an extended stay. Oh, how The Walking Dead has been altered!

Don't worry Whovians, there will be more aspects from Doctor Who to come into play in the up coming chapters!

Until then:

Stay amazing!

Xoxoxox.