Can Aliens Join Torchwood?

She found a bench to sit on. She sat there with her head in her hands. Lightning flashed across the sky, as she wondered if she would always be alone. She was different, she always knew that. She didn't know if there was anyone else out there like there, she couldn't feel anyone else. She was the only one. That thought tore at her hearts.

The woman looked up. She could hear shouting. She could see people running toward her through the light rain. Her instincts made her turn around and see what the group was running toward. She saw one horrible face glaring at her.

She felt something grab the back of her shoulder. She was knocked off her feet and fell onto the cement. The back of her head banged against the soaked ground. She tried to sit up but the dizziness took effect. She gasped for it she crashed on her wounded shoulder. She could feel the bone exposed. She could smell blood, specifically hers.

She struggled to stand up. She held her shoulder. She breathed hard. She could feel that she was losing a lot of blood. Would the wound kill her? “Bloody Weevils!” she shouted as she felt someone rush past her.