006: The Doctor Is In [Visual / Location: Around Taxon]
Martha Jones had survived the end of the world.
She'd spent twelve months living the life of a hunted fugitive, travelling at night to avoid the Toclafane and stealing scraps of food to survive. She'd seen the human race living in work camps and fighting for survival. She'd experienced every emotion you could name - from hope to despair and back again, often in the space of a few hours - and she'd risked her life to deliver a message of hope that had, in the end, saved them all.
Martha Jones had survived the end of the world and she was not going to be beaten by zombies.
By the time the undead Extras reached the central district, Martha had already left her surgery. She'd packed up her medical kit, tucked her Christmas present - an album full of photographs of her friends and her family - into the inside pocket of her jacket and pulled on Project Indigo. The teleporter was difficult to use at the best of times, but Martha's heightened emotions - her fear for her friends and her determination to do her duty - actually made things easier for once. The UNIT scientists who had worked on the device had never managed to disconnect the technology from the emotions of the person using it. It would take her exactly where she needed to go.
She materialised on an unfamiliar rooftop somewhere in Speares, stumbling as she struggled to find her footing and reorientate herself. It was a little after midday and the streets below were surprisingly quiet.
Like the calm before a particularly big storm.
Martha switched on her tablet, addressing the citizens of Taxon in a matter-of-fact tone. She looked like a soldier. She felt like a soldier. God, she wished that the Doctor was here.
"This is Doctor Martha Jones. I managed to get out of central with most of my equipment, which means that I've still got a working teleporter to get me around the city. If anyone needs treatment, contact me on the tablet. I can be there straight away."
Although, if they'd been bitten, there probably wasn't much she could do. Just make them comfortable and hope.
"Amy? Fitz? Where are you? Are you all right?"
She'd spent twelve months living the life of a hunted fugitive, travelling at night to avoid the Toclafane and stealing scraps of food to survive. She'd seen the human race living in work camps and fighting for survival. She'd experienced every emotion you could name - from hope to despair and back again, often in the space of a few hours - and she'd risked her life to deliver a message of hope that had, in the end, saved them all.
Martha Jones had survived the end of the world and she was not going to be beaten by zombies.
By the time the undead Extras reached the central district, Martha had already left her surgery. She'd packed up her medical kit, tucked her Christmas present - an album full of photographs of her friends and her family - into the inside pocket of her jacket and pulled on Project Indigo. The teleporter was difficult to use at the best of times, but Martha's heightened emotions - her fear for her friends and her determination to do her duty - actually made things easier for once. The UNIT scientists who had worked on the device had never managed to disconnect the technology from the emotions of the person using it. It would take her exactly where she needed to go.
She materialised on an unfamiliar rooftop somewhere in Speares, stumbling as she struggled to find her footing and reorientate herself. It was a little after midday and the streets below were surprisingly quiet.
Like the calm before a particularly big storm.
Martha switched on her tablet, addressing the citizens of Taxon in a matter-of-fact tone. She looked like a soldier. She felt like a soldier. God, she wished that the Doctor was here.
"This is Doctor Martha Jones. I managed to get out of central with most of my equipment, which means that I've still got a working teleporter to get me around the city. If anyone needs treatment, contact me on the tablet. I can be there straight away."
Although, if they'd been bitten, there probably wasn't much she could do. Just make them comfortable and hope.
"Amy? Fitz? Where are you? Are you all right?"