The Who-niverse

Storm walked down the street at pace, bloodied cricket bat over her shoulder. Her face was splattered with very small dots of scarlet. Another moaning, brainless jackass approached her and reached to grab onto her. She got into a batting stance, readied the bat and swung with all of her might. The zombie's head had flung back, now only hanging on by the skin at the back of the neck. "No homerun, then, today?" She chuckled to herself, and slung the cricket bat behind her.

The soft hum of the TARDIS stirred her as she turned. The blue box phased in and out of existence before staying permanently. The noise alarmed the Zombies.
"Shit...!" Storm began to run, as the zombies slowly turned their gaze to her and the box. At full speed she ran to the box and slammed on the door. No time to ask for an explanation, she called. "Who ever's in there, whatever's in there, run!! You alerted the hordes with this dumbass contraption of yours and I wouldn't stick around if I were you!!"

"Empties?! What the fuck are empties?!? They're ZOMBIES, idiot!! Reanimated corpses and that eat the brains of the living and stuff!!" They closed in around her and the box. Hordes upon hordes of 'Zombies'. shuffling, dismembered and broken. She aimed her cricked bat at some of them, and the sinking feeling of knowing she was massively outnumbered set in. She looked at them man now, raising an eyebrow. "Who are you, anyway? You could be... a rapist, or a murderer, or even worse - a politician." She sighed, whacking one of the closer lifeless corpses around the head. Storm was running out of options.
"On... second thought I think I'll just..." She barged into the box.

"Sorry about the intrusion bu..." Her voice trailed off. "... E-Erm.... It's... it's... a bit big for a box, isn't it? I mean I know it can appear and stuff but.. wow. Woooow." She lowered her cricket bat and stared in awe around the roof, then at the console. "Looks like a tiny little thing on the outside... What is this thing...?"

"Companion??" Storm blinked a few times and examined her surroundings. "Nanogenes? Empties?" She stared blankly at this man for any sign of sanity but he gave none. "Well.. Um... Hello, Rouge, I'm Storm. Um. And also, how can we be going to World War 2?" She moved to the control panel and examined the various buttons, knobs, switches, levers and screens, all with funny symbols on. "This is just a disappearing box. I don't get it. And who said I'm your companion now? Sure that other WW2 guy might be, but um. Yeah. Not one to be whisked away by a madman in a box."

Storm stared at him blankly, nodding at his words and agreeing. He then walked into a room, and left her for a few moments. She stared blankly still at the door, confused at his sudden disappearance. He seemed like quite a nice guy, she assumed, and he was correct about this... big.. box thing being better than outside. When he returned he sounded upset. She was suddenly concerned about this stranger. He did save her life after all. "..Um... Sure... Are you alright, man?

Confused, annoyed and plain bamboozeled (if such a word exists), Storm grabbed a corner of the console with both hands. Then the circular pillar began to move, and that noise she had heard before was happening again, what one that attracted the zombies... or... whatever they were. She became quickly alarmed and was on edge. "What's going on? What's it doing?? What do you mean 'Wibbly-Wobbley'?!! That doesn't make sense!!!"

As the TARDIS began to rumble and quake, the Rogue began shouting over the noise. "Wibbly wobbly! Friend of mine used the term all the time. Means something... ah.... confusing, or perhaps unusual. The TARDIS is just taking off, don't worry. If you look to your left, you'll see the rest of the TARDIS. If you look above you..." the Rogue flipped some switches "You'll see exactly what's going on outside those doors!" A vast reach of stars, clouds, lightning, vortexes and nebuli swirled about above the TARDIS's passengers. Suddenly, the rumbling stopped. The whirring slowed, and a man dressed all in Soviet Soldier attire appeared standing in the TARDIS. "Hello, you. Dmitri Katayshkia I do believe. Welcome aboard. Storm, this is Soviet soldier Dmitri Katayshkia. Dmitri, this is Storm. I'm the Rogue and you, my friend, are standing in a box that's bigger on the inside."

Dmitri look around surprised "who...what...how" what caught his attention the most was the clothing they where wearing "who are you people or what are you" but he quickly snapped out of his state of surprise and looked at the detonator in his hands "I was about to send those things to hell,well maybe it's not to late" as his thumb loomed over the button

"Go ahead." the Rogue began, "It won't take you out. Just them and every other man in your squad. Think about that. It's either you destroy them, and take your whole squad with them, or you can let us step in, take them out, and crush them at the source. Which would you prefer? Squad has a chance of living or everybody dies?" He inquired as the ultimatum came from his mouth. "Or, of course, we could just jettison them off to their homeworld and remove them from every human's memory." The Rogue flipped a few switches and spun a valve. "Pick your poison, my good sir."

"My squad is already dead those things killed everyone but me, they sacrificed their lives to get to the storage area and while the soldiers at the entrance are fighting to protect those outside the bunker from those brain eating creatures" "it a much better idea to blow the entire place up and kill all the creatures then let live and possibly come back" after saying this he clicked the button causing the explosives to go off along with crates of munitions and a large amout of explosives to go off.

Storm quietly nodded along to their conversation, pretending to know what was happening. She could easily empathize with the new man, knowing from many many many previous experiences with groups and friends trying to survive. It is a lot better to be alone, she'd found. "Uhm, sorry, hi, I'm Storm... whoever you are." She extended her hand to the new man, whilst examining him. He seemed to be in a very old-time war suit, none of the likes she'd seen. "This is the Rouge. Um. And this thing - however crazy it sounds - seems to move. I thought you'd appreciate a sane girl confirming it." She nodded, talking more to herself than the man.

She quickly turned to The Rouge. "So you can go anywhere and do anything? Like... stop a zombie break out..." She raised an eyebrow at him."... or stop a war..." She nodded to the other man. "... you could change lives for the better and you've stood by and watched it all happen?" A hint of anger altered her tone of voice. "Shoot me if I'm wrong, but you're a bit of a cun--" She cleared her throat, stopping herself from talking.

Dmitri extended his hand to shake her hand "pleasure to meet you storm, my name in Dmitri" he examined storm for a few seconds and what caught his eye most was the clothing she had on because he never saw anything close to what she had on. After he heard storm say the words "this thing seems to move" he had a puzzled look on his face "this thing I'm in can move?" Dmitri said in his mind.

When the woman was talking to the rouge he overheard her and her change in tone so he simply walked a small distance away from them in case it turns ugly. Dmitri looked at the center of the room and examined it though he quickly looked away because he had no idea what it even does for all he knows it could melt his brain if he looked at it or turn him into a animal.