Prologue

8 0 0
                                    

“I don’t understand...” Traveler muttered under her breath. “Where am I?” She stepped over another dilapidated tire and continued on. Suddenly, the front of her sneaker caught on the edge of an abandoned pipe, sending her spiraling down to the ground. She landed on her hands and knees and looked up one of the many heaping mountains of trash. It was mostly made of abandoned pieces of junk but the one object at the top of the mountain took her breath away.

“No way...” She said, her voice coming out as a whisper as she looked up at the rusted object.

“It’s the TARDIS.”

The Traveler (A Doctor Who Fan-fiction)Where stories live. Discover now