The world had suffered for about a decade from a world war which was caused by a cascade of ethnical supremacy combined with political misunderstandings and so on. The world is no longer what it used to be after the population suddenly plummeted due to the actions of mankind themselves. Governments, Civilian populations and military camps suffered greatly under the various contexts which surrounded the war. Now people have to fear unspent munitions which are left laying around, people whom have abandoned society and live like raiders, rogue military bands and people looking to take over where the government had left them. Provisional governments, or self proclaimed groups, have risen up everywhere like the dots on a yellow polka dot bikini.<br/><br/>Now somewhere on the Eastern Coast it seemed to be a relatively regular day outside, no rain, no clouds. There were war-torn buildings everywhere, abandoned cars and the lot. People were just living regular lives now though as the nightmare was practically over. That was until some sort of cylinder piece of metal came crashing down through the clouds. It looked like a missile, it made the sound of a missile, and it had a trail behind. What was going on!?<br/><br/>SMASH! A silver cylinder, which looked almost like an escaped elevator, was now smack dab in the middle of a school's court yard. Not only that, but it was right side up and didn't even look damaged from the impact despite that it was about an inch into the ground. Which also seemed unreal due to the nature of physics. It was as if it had positioned itself there on purpose with little to no effort of stopping itself from landing. People, mostly faculty of the school and anyone of authority came running to see this, especially the children and teenagers which were present as they realized nothing happened as they ducked beneath desks knowing it was far too late to give a good reaction. Where the heck did this thing come from!?<br/><br/>Meanwhile inside of the Cylinder was a single female figure which was laying across the Tardis' primary interface. Their face practically glued to it as their arms were wrapped around the large inner cylinder which seemed to have power going through it, the pulsing of energy acting almost like the stem of a brain and the nervous system.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Did we go back for them..?"</span>The girl asked, only to be given that soft hum of the tardis engine in return. Not really expecting a reply from the sentient time machine, she would purse her lips and turn her head. Revealing her orange tinted brown hues. A slight scratch seemed to make itself evident on her cheek, but it wasn't something too important.<br/><br/>Looking towards the front door of the Tardis, the Advent would fix her hair a bit and stumble around the main cabin of the Tardis. Tripping over debris and random items which had been accumulated within the machine.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Gotta... Activate... The cloaking mechanism~"</span>She said as if she were half out of it before pulling levers and touching buttons, making it seem as if she knew what she was doing even though there was no one to show off to. The silver cylinder people were gathering around, seemed to morph in shape before suddenly turning into a shabby looking outhouse.