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[Voice.]
Blimey.
I've just killed someone.
He tried to take a nice bite out of me and so, acting entirely in self defense I assure you, I had a go at him with a shovel.
Knocked his head clean off.
Not how I planned on starting my- No! No, no, no, no! Don't come in here! Oh yes, I did just kill your friend, didn't I? Definitely sorry about that one. Okay, that's a lie, but still-
Oh, that's disgusting. Stop trying to eat your mate!
[There's the sound of a shovel connecting with something hard. And again. And again.]
Right, so I've killed two people today and haven't even had tea yet.
But right! Clearly, this is some sort of massive infection that goes the brain and causes you to be a slimy, stinky, rotting, mad-for-brains sort of thing. A zombie, if you will, but really that's entirely a human term, create after seeing some refugees from a plague planet-
Anyway! Best not to let them bite you. Or get any of their blood in your eyes, ears, or mouth, or else you end up like Jim here. [Clearly, this Doctor is prodding the corpse at this pause.] Not that I knew his name was Jim, but there's definitely "Jimmy" sort of look about him.
Amelia Pond. Stay where you are, lock the doors and hide. I'm coming for you. And you, yeah, the one who lives with her, Spike or whatever. If you don't protect her, I'll knock your bloody head off. Got it?
[Action]
[The Doctor is wandering around town, heading towards Mitchell Road, his clothes bloody and a shovel in his arms. He definitely seems keen to avoid confrontation with the infected, but will, half-heartedly, swing the shovel at those who attack him. And then cringe at the gore that ends up all over his nice tweed.
And he just regained it too.]
Blimey.
I've just killed someone.
He tried to take a nice bite out of me and so, acting entirely in self defense I assure you, I had a go at him with a shovel.
Knocked his head clean off.
Not how I planned on starting my- No! No, no, no, no! Don't come in here! Oh yes, I did just kill your friend, didn't I? Definitely sorry about that one. Okay, that's a lie, but still-
Oh, that's disgusting. Stop trying to eat your mate!
[There's the sound of a shovel connecting with something hard. And again. And again.]
Right, so I've killed two people today and haven't even had tea yet.
But right! Clearly, this is some sort of massive infection that goes the brain and causes you to be a slimy, stinky, rotting, mad-for-brains sort of thing. A zombie, if you will, but really that's entirely a human term, create after seeing some refugees from a plague planet-
Anyway! Best not to let them bite you. Or get any of their blood in your eyes, ears, or mouth, or else you end up like Jim here. [Clearly, this Doctor is prodding the corpse at this pause.] Not that I knew his name was Jim, but there's definitely "Jimmy" sort of look about him.
Amelia Pond. Stay where you are, lock the doors and hide. I'm coming for you. And you, yeah, the one who lives with her, Spike or whatever. If you don't protect her, I'll knock your bloody head off. Got it?
[Action]
[The Doctor is wandering around town, heading towards Mitchell Road, his clothes bloody and a shovel in his arms. He definitely seems keen to avoid confrontation with the infected, but will, half-heartedly, swing the shovel at those who attack him. And then cringe at the gore that ends up all over his nice tweed.
And he just regained it too.]