The story's gonna split up into different P. now.

Callum's P.O.V

Callum opened his eyes slowly. His head hurt, really hurt. He looked around him, the walls were flashing with a bright blue periodically. He tried to remember what had happened to him. He tried to take on the Cybermen. What an idiot he was. Then he remembered why he had done it. To save the Doctor, and to save Emily. He tried to push himself up to sit against the wall. Pain shot through his body. Why hadn't they just killed him?

He leaned his head back against the cold wall and further observed his surroundings. There was nothing in this room, no door, no bed. He was going to die here and he knew it. He looked to the ceiling. He squinted as the bright light blinded him and made his head hurt more. He glanced up again, his eyes adjusting to the light and spotted a camera. "What do you want with me?!" He screamed at the camera. The camera, obviously said nothing. "I'm talking to a camera." he sighed. The camera turned from where it was previously facing to face him. Callum had an idea, if he was going to die here, he was going to do it trying to escape. He looked down to his feet. They had at least left his shoes on. They had took his jacket on him. The realisation made him discover how cold he actually was as goosebumps appeared on his arm.

He leaned down and untied his shoe. He pulled it off his foot and held it in his hand. He used his free hand to push himself off the floor and stand up. Pain shot up his right leg, he almost fell over again. He placed his hand against the wall to steady himself, pulling his right leg off the ground. How on Earth was he going to escape with only one good leg? He pushed the doubts from his mind and played with the shoe in his hand. He faced the camera. "Bring it on." he whispered to the camera and threw his shoe at the lens. The impact caused the camera to spit sparks in every direction.

Callum began throwing himself against every wall of the room. There had to be a way out.

Doctor/Emily P.O.V

Emily shook with rage. "Doctor, we have to kill them all, we have to avenge Callum."

"I know," the Doctor replied calmly. "But acting purely on anger is not going to do us any favours. We need to think. Cybus has everyone in the city in a trance, that means that they could do whatever they wanted and no one would notice. Cybus are big fans of industrialism, that means that they will be housed in a large, industrial building. Like a..."

"Factory!" Emily exclaimed, pointing to the pillars of smoke billowing from the horizon. The Doctor nodded at her and they began to run again, only this time the streets were abandoned.

"Doctor" Emily began, still running, "Where is everybody, there were millions of people here before. Now there's no-" She was cut off by the sound of something falling over. They stopped running and looked behind them.

"Kill them." A robotic voice came from nowhere. Emily looked at the Doctor worriedly, the Doctor returned her expression.

They began to hear footsteps again, except this time, there were more of them, and they were quieter. Emily's face drained of colour as she saw what was ahead of her. Everybody in the city was walking towards them, faces blank. Hands by their side, but not walking all in time. Walking like people, like zombies.

They were about to turn and run back the way they came when they were cut off by more people coming from that direction. They were surrounded.

"Doctor..." Emily began, turning to look at him. He turned back at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. His eyes looked different, they looked scared.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered.

Callum's P.O.V

Callum's body ached but he willed himself to carry on. He ran to a wall and turned round, facing the other wall and began to run towards it. Just before he hit the wall, it slid open. He almost fell over trying to stop himself as he ran down the new hallway. He looked around, trying to work out what had happened when he was hit round the head, causing him to fall over but remain concious.

"You're not going to get away that easily." A voice came, a voice so familiar that Callum was filled with fear and rage.

"My own brother." Callum spat. "I knew you were behind this."

The voice laughed. "Of course, and obviously I chose you to trap the Doctor, you didn't think you were actually special or useful to anyone did you?"