A shotgun pointed at their faces, Theodore and Lila stared at the man wearing what looked like a soviet style gas mask as he eyed them, the light obscured his eyes.
Theodore called out again, his voice lower, "Who are you?"
This time, the man responded, demanding them to stand up, and slowly Theodore stood up from his spot, defensively pushing Lila behind him as she stood up with him.
Ordered to step out of the flat, the two did, Theodore keeping Lila close to him as they're shuffled into the hallway.
There's three more people with similar gas masks and torches, weapons drawn, and they eyed the two with curiosity.
"Are you suicidal or just an idiot?" Theodore heard a raspy question coming from one of the people in front of him and he snorted at the question before seeing the business end of an old MP5 pointed at him.
He reiterated with, "Occasionally, why're you asking?"
Immediately, Theodore heard back a raspy, "Either someone up there likes you or you're just lucky. Nobody walks around the Ruins without a gas mask!"
The group's mystified that Theodore and Lila don't have gas masks, they're shocked that they hadn't stumbled upon a hotspot much less gotten radiation sickness from indirect exposures.
"Wha-well, it'd seem we've forgotten ours, say, I don't suppose you have any jelly babies on you, do you?" Theodore showed them his pearly whites as he tried to smooth things over like his father did before him and to his disappointment, it not only went over their heads, they don't know anything about jelly babies.
Which is a crime unto themselves!
"What'll we do with them?" One of the group members asked the raspy voiced man and he let out a heavy sigh before telling them to bring the two along, they'll be dead within an hour without them.
There's a small protest, but the raspy voiced man warned them that if there's fresh bodies out in the open, it might attract 'them,' and he doesn't need to tell them twice how much they don't want happening.
A grumble among the group before they fall into line and agreed with the raspy voiced man, he ordered them to give two of the gas masks they salvaged to Theodore and Lila.
It took adjustment of the straps and help of the group members, but they managed to fit the gas masks on their faces.
Theodore asks for their names, the only one who told him's the raspy voiced man. Cyrus, he's called, and he wanted Theodore and Lila to follow him and do as he tell them.
Turning his head towards Lila as she weakly shrugs, Theodore agreed to Cyrus' orders, and they went down into the basement of the building. In the basement, there's a hole in the wall, where the group came through from, through it there's a tunnel that went underneath the buildings on the block.
According to Cyrus, they're lucky they weren't outside at this time of night, he's surprised they even lived this long, considering.
Theodore asks him what he meant and he told him that at night, worse things come out, things that don't like the sunlight very much, and much more dangerous than the things that come out in the daylight.
Lila murmured, "Where have I heard that before?"
She dreaded the chances of running into the freakish bird man from prior adventure, worse the chances this' the universe it originated from, oh, she hopes that isn't the case!
"What'll we do with them?" One of the group members asks Cyrus as he led them through the lit tunnel with lanterns on the circular walls.
As he walked ahead, Cyrus answered with a raspy, "We'll take them back to camp, tonight. Tomorrow, we'll deal with them. Until then, we survive."
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...