At The Dawn Of Our History

Rose

(sorry that  the chapter is veryy,  long. I'm actually planning on splitting them into three parts each episodes. I just accidentally posted this in one go and now it won't let me edit it ughhh. So apologies. I promise they're not all this long at all.)

          31 years later, 2005.

Zena smiled as she walked through the busy streets of London's city centre. She's been on this planet for many years now and hasn't aged a bit. The things that have changed were her hair. The once lilac hair was now a simple brunette colour, which helped her blend in. She grew tired of people sending her mortified expressions when she walked around the streets back in the 70s. Ironically, these days, bright and colourful hair was now a popular thing, according to Rose. The other thing that has changed was her name. She now went by Dolores Raven by the public unless she was with Jo and Jo's family. Then they call her Zena or Aunt Zena. She also wore slightly tinted glasses to hide her eye colour as contacts were dreadfully uncomfortable.

Zena ran up some steps towards a huge shop called Henrick's. The security guard nodded at her in greeting as she smiled brightly. "Morning Arthur! Been busy?" He chuckles. "Absolutely dreadful. Had to catch a few shoplifters this morning. Stupid alarms still aren't working." Zena furrowed her brows in annoyance. "It's been bloody two months. It's getting ridiculous now." Arthur chuckled as Zena shook her head but smiled as she waved goodbye. She walked into the huge building and started her long shift of retail. (Yay fun!)

Hours passed, and the tannoy had just announced that it was closing time. Zena and a group of other girls were walking out before another guard shook a bag in front of the blonde. "Oi!" The blonde sighs, taking the bag before looking at Zena, who immediately refused. The blonde quirked a brow mischievously."I'll buy you a drink at the pub later?" Zena scoffed as she snatched the bag off the blonde as they headed to the lift."I'm only doing this because it's Friday and because we're spending the evening together anyway." The blonde smiled at this, and they went down to the basement.

The doors open, and immediately, Zena shivered, feeling unnerved, feeling the sensation that she's being watched. "Feels like a serial killer hotspot. If I get murdered, I'm going to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life." Rose shakes her head with a smirk. "I heard someone got killed here in the 80s." Zena smacked Rose's arm lightly in annoyance. "Fucking hell that's not funny Rose." Rose chuckles lightly walking ahead.

"Wilson!" Rose called out as she carried on walking down the corridor."Wilson, I've got the lottery money. Wilson?" Rose knocked on the door of HP Wilson CEO. "You there? Look, I can't hang about cause they're closing the shop. Wilson" Rose muttered under her breath." Ugh come on." There was a loud noise which caught Rose's attention. She walked towards it. Zena followed behind. "I don't think he's here, Rose. Wilson is not one to not answer…..oh my god! Maybe he's dead." Rose gave Zena a look. "You need to stop watching those kind of films. Wilson's not dead. He's probably just messing with us." Zena bit her lip anxiously as she nodded.

Rose and Zena walked up and entered a fire door. It was obvious that the room was used for storage. Rose looked about still in search. "Wilson? Wilson." She spots another door and opens it. Meanwhile Dolores was looking at a dummy with a feeling of dread running through her veins. Suddenly the first door slammed shut catching both of their attention. Looking at each other they run towards it and try to get it open. Rose yelled out. "Is that someone mucking about? Who is it? Dolores…Dolores what are you looking at?" Rose asked as she approached her frozen friend who was staring at a moving dummy in horror.