Mickey and the Airbud zombies
Mickey burst through the elevators door and rapidly pressed the ‘door closed’ button. “C’mon, c’mon.” clickclickclickclickclick… He could see the zombies getting closer. He looked at his phone. Things had changed drastically since the release of the wireless Airbuds ear phones. The doors closed incredibly slowly. Fortunately the zombies were slowing down, like they were running out of energy.
To be honest, they weren’t really zombies as far as he could tell. He wasn’t exactly sure what they were after. All he knew was that some people had been killed and a lot of other people had been turned into mindless creatures looking down at their hands and trying to kill people. He wasn’t sure what the unifying thread was between the victims.
The doors bang together with a Bing! Just as a zombie had outstretched its hand. Mickey became aware of the benign muzak playing overhead. He rubbed his face. What would Rose do? What would the Doctor do?
“Ah, Mickey! There you are!” Mickey jumped as the Doctor appeared at his side.
“Wait. How’d you get in here?”
“I’m the Doctor.”
“Of course you are.” The elevator was moving slowly up from the ground level.
“Do you want to know a secret?” asked the Doctor.
“We’re kind of in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, Doctor. We don’t have time for secrets. I want a plan,” Mickey said.
“I’m not really here,” the Doctor whispered.
“What? Whaddya mean you aren’t here? You had better be here; the world’s gone mad!” Mickey was more than a little anxious. If the Doctor wasn’t here, the world was in some serious trouble.
The Doctor shrugged. “Sorry, can’t be there for this apocalypse. Timey-Wimey things and all that.”
“So how are you talking to me?”
“I’m not even talking to you. Ha! This is just a recording. Fortunately, you are so predictable that this hologram recording makes it seem like I’m talking to you.”
Mickey shook his head. The world was overrun with zombies, and the Doctor was making jokes. “So what do I do?”
“Well, Mickey, what you are going to want to do is go back to the ground level. Why do humans always run upstairs when the monsters come? Where do they think they are going to escape to? Anyway, you are going to want to go back downstairs unless you are already where you need to be?”
“And where do I need to be?”
“Unfortunately,” the Doctor shrugged again, “I don’t know exactly where you need to be. All I can tell you is that it will be a place that has a large antenna and several satellite dishes. The signal will be coming from there.”
“Okay. What then?”
“Then you need to disable the signal. Good luck, Mickey the Idiot, you’ve saved the world once before. You can do it again. I have confidence in you!” The Doctor winked out of existence.
“This elevator only went up!” Mickey shouted. He then looked out the elevator. Where would he find a place with a giant antenna and several satellite dishes? “Fat lot of help you are! Alright, Mickey, you can do this.” As he looked over the city, he saw the football stadium. It was surrounded by satellite dishes and had a giant antenna coming out of the center of it. How had he missed that? “So I have to get to the stadium.” He looked down at the ground and saw a gathering crowd around the elevator. “I guess I’ll have to take the stairs.” The elevator binged, and the doors opened.
To be honest, they weren’t really zombies as far as he could tell. He wasn’t exactly sure what they were after. All he knew was that some people had been killed and a lot of other people had been turned into mindless creatures looking down at their hands and trying to kill people. He wasn’t sure what the unifying thread was between the victims.
The doors bang together with a Bing! Just as a zombie had outstretched its hand. Mickey became aware of the benign muzak playing overhead. He rubbed his face. What would Rose do? What would the Doctor do?
“Ah, Mickey! There you are!” Mickey jumped as the Doctor appeared at his side.
“Wait. How’d you get in here?”
“I’m the Doctor.”
“Of course you are.” The elevator was moving slowly up from the ground level.
“Do you want to know a secret?” asked the Doctor.
“We’re kind of in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, Doctor. We don’t have time for secrets. I want a plan,” Mickey said.
“I’m not really here,” the Doctor whispered.
“What? Whaddya mean you aren’t here? You had better be here; the world’s gone mad!” Mickey was more than a little anxious. If the Doctor wasn’t here, the world was in some serious trouble.
The Doctor shrugged. “Sorry, can’t be there for this apocalypse. Timey-Wimey things and all that.”
“So how are you talking to me?”
“I’m not even talking to you. Ha! This is just a recording. Fortunately, you are so predictable that this hologram recording makes it seem like I’m talking to you.”
Mickey shook his head. The world was overrun with zombies, and the Doctor was making jokes. “So what do I do?”
“Well, Mickey, what you are going to want to do is go back to the ground level. Why do humans always run upstairs when the monsters come? Where do they think they are going to escape to? Anyway, you are going to want to go back downstairs unless you are already where you need to be?”
“And where do I need to be?”
“Unfortunately,” the Doctor shrugged again, “I don’t know exactly where you need to be. All I can tell you is that it will be a place that has a large antenna and several satellite dishes. The signal will be coming from there.”
“Okay. What then?”
“Then you need to disable the signal. Good luck, Mickey the Idiot, you’ve saved the world once before. You can do it again. I have confidence in you!” The Doctor winked out of existence.
“This elevator only went up!” Mickey shouted. He then looked out the elevator. Where would he find a place with a giant antenna and several satellite dishes? “Fat lot of help you are! Alright, Mickey, you can do this.” As he looked over the city, he saw the football stadium. It was surrounded by satellite dishes and had a giant antenna coming out of the center of it. How had he missed that? “So I have to get to the stadium.” He looked down at the ground and saw a gathering crowd around the elevator. “I guess I’ll have to take the stairs.” The elevator binged, and the doors opened.
