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- ‘I don’t suppose I could appeal to your better natures?’ the Doctor tries, but the zombies do not even falter in their advance. They claw at him with fingernails black with grave-dirt, and the Doctor realises that there is no escaping his fate now. He feels a sharp blow to the back of his head and blacks out.
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- The Doctor blearily opens his eyes, blinking them into focus as he slowly becomes aware of his surroundings. He is slouched against a wall in the corner of a well-lit chamber. Large barrels line the walls along with a number of wooden crates, some of which have straw spilling from them. There are no windows and the air smells damp, so the Doctor assumes that he is underground.
- Fortunately his hands are untied and he does not appear to have suffered any lasting damage. He clearly hasn’t regenerated either; running a hand over his face, he discovers that his attack eyebrows are still in place. On the opposite side of the underground storeroom, a passageway leads away into darkness. Next to this stands a makeshift table fashioned from an old door placed across a pair of upended barrels. Standing in front of the table is a man dressed in a long cape, his black hair tied in a ponytail. He has his back to the Doctor.
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