Chapter Two
Westminster Station, April 31st 2052
Rachel readjusted her bag as it slowly slid from her shoulder "Right, we should really make a move" she flicked her hair from her face to reveal that one of her eyes had been sown together, possibly from an injury involving the creatures outside.
"No wait, pretend that I've got no idea whats happening right now" the Doctor said unconvincingly "Those things out there can't actually be zombies... when did this start?"
"I'll explain on the way down," Rachel said abruptly. She was the clear leader in the group and she knew it. The Rachel and her three acquaintances, one by one, started the jump the barriers that led down to the platform. Rachel turned to the Doctor and made a 'come hither" motion with her head encouraging the Doctor to follow. The Doctor obeyed as he was too busy working out the scenarios in which a zombie invasion was improbable.
"So these..'zombies'," the Doctor made speech marks with his fingers sarcastically "When did the first appear? Because I've been to 2050s London and it's nothing like this"
"They arrived a few days ago. Nobody knows how or why, but if movies have taught us anything, its that we should stay away from them" José said whilst wiping the sweat from his never-ending forehead.
"So why not capture one?" The Doctor questioned
"Are you nuts?" Andrew had decided to talk for the first time after introducing himself "That will surely get us killed"
The Doctor considered this for a few seconds "what's with the fog as well?"
"The fog came with the zombies" Rachel explained with as little enthusiasm as possible "we have some theories. Perhaps thd use it to feed" she suggested.
"No," the Doctor said thoughtfully as they reached the platform "kinda tastes metallic" he slapped his lips, tasting the air around him.
The station platform was deserted, a London Underground sign that read: 'Westminster', has hanging at a dodgy angle, swinging slightly in the cool breeze from the ventilation. The walls were slightly curved and grey in colour. There was a clear plastic door that seperated the platform from the track. It stretched right across the platform probably to lower the suicide rate. The laminated marble flooring twinkled slightly in the poor lighting.
"Homely" the Doctor grinned jokingly.
Rachel ignored him "We'll stay here for tonight," she unpacked her bag and placed her belongings on the floor: a sleeping bag, a portable battery powered stove, a saucepan and a can of processed food that looked long past its sell by date.
"So what now? We just hide?" The Doctor looked around searching for some form of intelligent life in the room.
"Tomorrow we go outside and try and get out of here, get as far away as possible from the CBD" José explained.
Meanwhile upstairs the zombies had begun to break down the gate. The thick fog from outside poured into the station as the zombies began to make their descent to the platform. The Doctor and his new group were unknowingly trapped in the underground platform. The zombies broke through the barriers like an avalanche of decaying flesh, never leaving the fog as they did so.
There was silence on the platform as the Doctor, Rachel, José and Andrew huddled round the stove for warmth as the beans had started to cook, creating a thin vapour that was comforting to the group. Henry was a few feet away on his laptop, near the entrance to the platform, tapping on his keyboard vigorously. He ran his fingers through his fiery curley hair in frustration.
"There's no signal" he said angrily
"Well we're underground, dick head" Andrew smirked
"There's no need for that," the Doctor said
"Oh and who are you to tell me what to do?"
The Doctor stood up "I'm the Doctor, I'm a timelord. I'm from planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Casterborous. I am 904-"
"Silence!" Rachel shouted in anger "sit down now!"
The Doctor hesitated for a moment but eventually obeyed. There was silence apart from the tapping of Henry's keyboard and the low hum of the ventilation. Groans could be heard from a distance.
"A timelor-" Andrew began
"Shh" the Doctor said "listen"
There were faint footsteps from a few feet away. Suddenly, fog began to flood the platform, approaching the group with growing momentum. Henry screamed as the fog engulfed him. The rest of the group stood up in panic as at least ten zombies surrounded Henry. His screams drowned out the moans of the dead. A few zombies began to approach the Doctor and his three colleagues, but the ventilation had started to spread the fog away and they began to flicker like pictures on a screen.
"Interesting" the Doctor mumbled to himself.
"Quickly," Rachel smacked a conveniently placed red button on the wall, and the plastic doors on the edge of the platform slid open "We're gonna have to walk down the track,"
"We need to save Henry," the Doctor said.
José grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the track. They jumped from the platform and landed on the concrete floor of the railway track. They darted into the tunnel to their right, cautiously dodging the metal in fear of electrocution. As they ran into the darkness of the tunnel, the sounds of wet flesh and the gnawing of bones echoed around them.
