The dalek

Slivering, this huge dalek - or as they say big mean killing machine - set out to kill me. The golden,metal,rusty machine that moved like a moving pepper pot. One of the hands look like a sucton cup coming to take my breath away. It stood five feet tall and stared at me like a battle damaged battle scrap. The skirt of 'it' had huge bumps that had rusted away. As it lied on the floor ready for exucuition the dalek wiggled its hands.

We all ran outside slowly hoping we dont die! I shifted slowly across the crooked floor while I made sure my other team mates were OK. A mare threw a grenade inside. Trying to scare away the dalek, my people ran in -some people trying to help them in.

Vicky and Denis