Anyone who knew the Doctor knew that one of the things he did quite a lot was run. He loved running for many, extremely varied reasons, but in this particular case, it was because he'd had to do it numerous times to save his life. And today was no different. The zombies really seemed to like him.

He did look a sight, though. He'd been in the clinic when the attack started, and knowing the others would need help, he tied a couple bed sheets around his torso, stuffed his pockets with medical supplies, and grabbed an IV stand he could use to defend himself. He didn't like using it, though. He knew all the people there at one point in time, even if they were fake.

But he also knew this wasn't the first time odd things happened in the town. What he couldn't figure out was who. Who was behind it all this time? Did Filippo Resarci return?

There wasn't any time to think about that right now, or rather, not actively, so he pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind--just in time for him to catch sight of fire.

"Hold on..." he muttered to himself, squinting. "It's...moving?!"

By that point, he'd gotten close enough to see that it was, indeed, a horse. Yet it wasn't in pain because of the fire, which wasn't all that abnormal in his experience, though it was unexpected to see right then and there. He then noticed a young woman with the horse.

"Oi!" he shouted, glancing quickly over his shoulder at the small zombie horde chasing after him, then back at the stranger. "Run!"