World War Z Interviews The Doctor

**Interview with the Doctor**  

*Location: A small café in Cardiff. The Doctor (current regeneration: wearing a long coat, vibrant scarf, and a mischievous grin) sips tea as the interviewer fumbles with a recorder.*  

**Interviewer**: Thank you for meeting me, Doctor. I wanted to ask about your role during the outbreak.  

**The Doctor**: Oh, the zombie war? Not my first apocalypse, you know. Though I must say, the undead do make for particularly unpleasant conversationalists.  

**Interviewer**: So, you were on Earth during the crisis?  

**The Doctor**: In and out. I dropped by when it started, got dragged into the thick of it, and—well, let's say I took the scenic route back.  

**Interviewer**: What did you see?  

**The Doctor**: Fear. Desperation. But also hope. Humans have this brilliant knack for finding hope in the darkest of places. I remember standing on the Great Wall of China, shoulder to shoulder with terrified farmers, each armed with little more than sharpened sticks. They fought like legends.  

**Interviewer**: Did you intervene directly?  

**The Doctor**: I might have... tinkered with a few things. There was a laboratory in Geneva—oh, you'd love it! Sparked the breakthrough for that cure everyone's so fond of now. Just had to nudge a few timelines. No biggie.  

**Interviewer**: And the zombies themselves?  

**The Doctor**: Poor things. Not their fault, really. The pathogen—alien, obviously—wasn't meant for this planet. It got here by accident, hitched a ride on a meteor. I tracked the source to a derelict ship near Tau Ceti. Sent a little *sonic* signal back home to clear it up.  

**Interviewer**: But why didn't you stop it before it started?  

**The Doctor**: Oh, I tried! Believe me. But time... it's wibbly-wobbly. Fixed points and all that. This outbreak needed to happen. Humanity had to face it, grow stronger, and learn from it.  

**Interviewer**: Were you ever afraid?  

**The Doctor**: Always. Fear keeps you sharp. But I couldn't let it show. Someone has to run toward the monsters when everyone else is running away.  

**Interviewer**: One last question. What do you think humanity learned from all this?  

**The Doctor**: That you're extraordinary. Fragile, yes. Chaotic, absolutely. But when the chips are down, you lot come together like no species I've ever seen. If you can survive this, you can survive anything.  

*The Doctor stands, leaving a handful of alien coins on the table.*  

**The Doctor**: Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a TARDIS parked illegally in a loading zone, and the Judoon are not known for leniency.  

*And with a whirl of the coat and a flash of the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor vanishes into the bustling Cardiff streets.*