It had been 6 months since the "Incident." Under the impression that some sort of Zombie Apocalypse was going on, Frank and his friends had accidently erm... blew his neighbour in half with a 12 gauge.

But six months was a long time.Live and learn, am I right?

That was Frank and Nick's philosophy anyway. The others had checked themselves into a mental ward. And soon enough Frank and Nick would wish they were all cosy in there too...

Frank turned the television to the news, his mind suddenly curious about current events.

"...There's panic in the streets of London. This is the end. Lock the doors, close the blinds. This time it's for real." said the Newscaster as the camera dramatically zoomed on his face.

First came denial. Frank and Nick did not wish to believe that a real zombie apocalypse could happen so soon after the last one. However, just to be safe, Nick cocked his Remmington 700 in case this actually was real.

"What? I keep it in the cupboard. Never know when you might need it, right?" Nick explained, as he saw Franks worried look that it was actually a bit absurd to keep a loaded shotgun handy. They weren't actually scared, they did not think that Zombies would happen. After all, last time they thought they would, somebody got their digestive system spraypainted against the wall. But they did have a zombie plan this time. Everybody has one, after all it has to happen eventually.

But then came the noise. A rasping sound down the hallway and then the clunk of something hitting the door.

"Eggs..." the noise appeared to be saying.

"Did the zombie just ask for eggs?" Nick asked, readying his shotgun.

"Eggs...."

"I ain't got no eggs, but I do have buckshot!" Nick yelled before the corniness of that line registered in his mind. He pulled the trigger and the buckshot flew. The door blew open in a spectacular shower of wooden shards. The sound of metal on metal filled the room as the buckshot bounced off the target and ricochet all over the apartment.

The smoke flowing out of the barrel clouded the room and in came a massive figure, but it did not look like the zombies they had come to expect.

"What the hell?" Frank murmured in bewilderment.

"Eggs... Eggs, stir..." the smokey figure echoed.

"Who are you?" Nick demanded.

"Eggs, stir... EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE!" yelled the stranger.

The reality of the situation dropped like the Hammer of Dawn. But surely, that was just fiction! Zombies are how it's supposed to end! These are machines with toilet plungers for arms, and cheaper looking than those one-minute meals you find at Poundland! What on Earth is a Dalek-

"EXTERMINATE!" yelled the Dalek as a slow-moving laser shot out of what appeared to be an egg beater. Nick glowed green and then fell down dead.

"WHERE IS THE DOCTOR? EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

Frank bolted, grabbing the Remington by the butt before disappearing from the room. This could not be happening!

He ducked into Zoey's room, and to his surprise, came face to face with a group of people he had never seen before.

"Zoey went to check on you," stuttered one of the shaken survivors, "She hasn't come back. This is Shelby, Don, and Paul. I'm Marie."

Greeting were muttered throughout the room.

"Is it true, then? Are the dead walking like the living?"

"Erm... not exactly..." Frank started, before being interrupted by the distant yelling of a mechanical voice, "There's no time to explain here, actually. We have to find somewhere safer!"

"I got a boat rented down by the docks for just such an occasion!" Don interjected, and before any objections could be raised, the group of them ran outside and down to the docks.

Frank ran as fast as he could. The Daleks were still preoccupied with yelling "Exterminate" and blowing things up. The other survivors seemed oblivious.

Frank barely made it to the docks before the sounds of an engine starting began to drown out the sounds of the Daleks.

The horror of the situation dawned on Frank. He saw the features of people swinging cricket bats at the Daleks shortly before getting their intestinal system kentucky fried. The sounds of gunshots being fired and then people falling over as the bullets bounced right back at them. And now the boat.

"Yes! We're safe from the Zombies!" yelled the really quite impressively stupid survivors. The boat drifted further and further from the shore, and the people celebrated by opening their food rations.

They almost got the food to their lips before being vaporized by a pack of flying Daleks. Zoey appeared behind Frank.

"Bloody hell, they left without me!" Zoey said, "Oh well, at least I'm still safe."

The sound of a laser echoed behind them. Zoey screamed as loud as she could, presumably trying to scare the laser away. Frank dived in the way of the laser and fell to the floor, choking.

"I'm going to die..." he whispered quietly.

"No! You can't! These fourty seconds we've been together have been so magical!" Zoey whimpered through her tears.

"At least, this version of me...." Frank gasped. What was he talking about, versions of him? Then gold streams shot out of his arms and legs. He was regenerating! Frank decided to bug his eyes out and wave his arms around seeing as he was dying and would probably look cool.

Frank stood up a new person. The sound of Daleks exploding almost made Frank miss the sound of TARDIS appearing in front of him.

"These Daleks only could appear in this time stream by tying themselves to a powerful entity otherwise the force of the different Time Pressure would crush them. I am, or should I say I was, that entity. Now that I am a new being, they are dying being destroyed by the sheer weight of time!"

"But Frank, that doesn't make any sense! Why would the Daleks' weakness be so contrived?" Zoey chimed.

"Shut up Zoey! And call me Doctor!" the Doctor shouted, "Now come with me, we have more important matters to attend to."

"We do? But how can the stakes get any higher than the world exploding?" Zoey inquired.

"Just watch." the Doctor said dramatically, as he raised his iPod into the air, selected ObnoxiousSynthMusic.wav, and pressed play, with a smirk on his face.