Months had passed since the fear first appeared. No one had recovered from the pain. The suffering. A deafening silence filled the air, as everything turned cold. A rough breeze carrying the metallic hum of death. A shadowy figure appeared from nowhere. His stare was deadly as he waltzed through the empty streets. His dark brown eyes watched everything. He wore a lengthy, light brown coat and a darker suit that matched. His auburn brown hair was jagged and sharp.
The outsider sensed a hundred curious eyes on him as he explored the desolate village. The air filled with the sound of whispers. The figure turned to find that a cautious crowd of townsfolk had congregated behind him. The whispers stopped. His face turned grim. A quivering voice came from the group. "Wh… Who are you?" The stranger turned towards the voice, a faint smile growing on his face. "I'm the Doctor," he said as if rehearsed. Another voice came from the crowd. "He's a doctor. He can help them." They erupted with sounds of agreement. The2Doctor looked onto the crowd in confusion. "Sorry, help who?" he asked. Multiple voices cried out at once, "Our children." The Doctor's face turned stern. "Can you show me please?" A small cluster broke off from the group and headed to the north of the village. The Doctor followed.
They gathered by the edge of the forest where the bodies were first found. Now they laid side by side on the cold cobblestone. Crimson blood filled the cracks around them. The Doctor looked on in horror at the mutilated corpses of children and shed a tear. He stood in silence, unable to speak, contemplating what to say before turning to the crowd. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't help them." Cries of pain filled the air. He turned to the mangled corpses, knowing he would have to face an evil that had followed him throughout time and space.