The Problem With People

Hey, guys!

I'm still really amazed by the amount of support this has gotten--especially since I'm so terrible at updating regularly. This is going to be a Doctor Who fanfiction, but I'm going to try to make it easy for non-Whovians to follow. Although, if you haven't seen it, you should go watch it. It's awesome. 

So... Yeah. I hope you guys continue to read and enjoy this story! 

-Jordan

Chapter 2:

The screams had gone silent. In fact, we’d heard absolutely nothing since dinner. No sirens, no wild cries, not even a dog barking. It was as if we were in a ghost town. Not that any of us were going to venture outside to see what was going on. That wasn’t happening. Not a chance.

“Well, I’m going to head off to bed... I don’t feel like waiting for something to happen.” I said, slowly unfolding my legs and sliding off of the couch. “Dill, I’ll set up the guest bedroom for you. It’s definitely better than the couch...”

“Thanks, James. You want me to grab the bedding for you?” He stood up and sauntered over to the linen closet. “And thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Crowe. I don’t know that driving back to my house would have been a brilliant idea.”

My mother smiled warmly. “Anytime, Dillon. We weren’t going to let you outside, even if you’d wanted to. It’s not safe out there.”

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“NO!” I heard myself scream. “You can’t take him! Anyone else. Take me, rip my eyes out and eat my brains, just don’t hurt him!”

The once-human creatures made grotesque sounds; groaning, slurping, and dragging their fingernails along the paint of the house. 

“Jamison, run. Don’t be the hero. You don’t need to be the hero. Save yourself, save your parents, and watch out for mine. Don’t let yourself get hurt.” Dillon managed to call out before his words turned to howls.

I couldn’t save him now. It was already too late. They’d gotten him, and I couldn’t stop them. I was lost. Completely and utterly lost. He’d been the one person keeping me sane, and now he was gone. 

My eyes snapped open. My heart was beating loudly enough that I nearly mistook it for my alarm clock. With a glance out the window, I determined that the sun had not yet risen. Terrified by my nightmare, I silently ran down the hallway to ensure that my boyfriend was still snoring in his bed. As I’d hoped, his face was relaxed; he hadn’t had the same terrible dream. 

That was the moment in which I decided my fate. The moment where I vowed that I’d stop whatever was going on, and I wouldn’t lose the people I loved. Especially not Dillon. I was going to be the hero, and I was going to do it right.

A faint, but still distinguishable, hissing noise came from my bedroom. I turned around to see a blue police phone call box materialize in front of my desk. A full-size police box. In my bedroom. That appeared out of thin air. Before I could gather my thoughts, a tall man poked his head out the door of the police box. 

“Hello, I’m the Doctor.” He grinned and tapped the door. “She thought you might need some help.”

“Sh-she?” I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“She. The TARDIS--that’s Time and Relative Dimensions In Space. Visit anyone, in all of time and space. She thought you might need some help.” He clarified.

“Right then. I do need some help, but I hope you’re not afraid of dying, because that’s what’s going to happen.” I sighed.

To my surprise, the Doctor clapped his hands together. “What are we dealing with here? Angel statues? Robots that look like giant salt-shakers with cake mixers for hands?”

“Try zombies. Seemingly invincible zombies. And do I even want to know about the statues and robots?”

He chuckled. “Not this time. Zombies though... Zombies are new. Count me in.”