A fresh, easy mid-summer night in the middle of London. The streets were filled with drunkards stumbling about from their weekly pub crawls, breezy teenagers about for their late night shopping and the occasional person like myself just there because it's there. Our planet, filled with mystery and amazement. Being seventeen, I wasn't expected to love what we had as a Planet, but after the strange things happening such as spaceships crashing into Big Ben and plastic dummies coming to life, I was absorbing all the normality I could take before it all left again.

Not that I wasn't drawn to the amazing alien activity, I was, just like the other four million people around Britain. The idea that aliens had come to our planet for any cause was pretty damn amazing. Christmas shopping had never been the same after dummies and robot Santa's had been causing havoc, but I was never far from the amazing sights. Always in the shadows where the aliens couldn't see me, and sometimes, just sometimes I'd step in between one and attack. That was me, little old me. Veronica Shortling. A normal London kid with a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As my mind dwindled on this strange hypothesis I was suddenly sent hurtling into another being. A stranger with dark hair and a brown flowing coat. I raised an eyebrow to him as he blurted out a quick sorry before sprinting down the road in the opposite direction swiftly on his trainers. White trainers with a brown suit? The man had obviously been on the piss.

I was about to carry on my walk, hands in my hoody pockets when suddenly the man had swerved around me again his eyes dark pools of chocolate confusion. "I have mace!" Was all I could blurt in the time it took for him to be right in my face. He didn't look drunk, but he did look confused.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry. I- Have we met?" He asked the words in a high fast pace. I had to wait a few moments for my brain to process what he was saying.

I shook my head slowly, "sorry mate, no idea what you're talking about. You ok?"

The man seemed to take offence to my question, "'course I am, but you should you know, get out of here." His face seemed to become consumed in shadow as his voice turned into a grimly low tone.

"What do you mean? Is something going down, more aliens?" I could tell he was taken aback by my eagerness.

"Not afraid?" He inquired taking a sniff of air.

I shook my head hard, "I live for this kind of adrenaline!" I squeaked, suddenly realising I was speaking to a complete and total stranger, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

But before he could answer there was a large roar from behind us followed by hundreds of screaming bystanders. "Gotta go." He grinned, turning away from me and running towards the havoc.

I could tell the man wasn't enthusiastic about my quick decisions to follow him. I jogged right by his side and grinned as he gave me another shocked and confused look before leaving me behind in a crowd of distressed bystanders. People were on their phones talking in hurried tones, others were sobbing and I could distinctly hear the screams of some people yelling 'we're going to die!'

I myself was completely unaware of what was going on. There were too many people about to make any sense of the real crisis at hand. Suddenly, another explosion caught my attention. Vigilantly, I put my legs into action, threading through the crowd of people stealthily. I could feel hands of horrified strangers grab at me and thrust me forwards out of the crowd. Hesitantly, I lifted my blonde locks from my face to observe where I'd been pushed but it seemed that all the air had escaped my lungs as I stared up at the remnants of a large sky scraper that used to be scaling over fifty feet. It seemed to have collapsed in on itself neatly, almost as if it had been stepped on...

That was when I heard that noise. The same ferocious roar I'd heard when I was with that strange man. "Hang on..." I muttered to myself as it all fell into place, that strange man had run straight for this building and now he was gone? I felt myself turn around as my ears buzzed through the confused mutterings of the crowd. My eyes darted around, locking on to each and every person. Adults, children, elderly, babies, but not the man that had caught my eye. He was gone, unless...

I turned back to the crushed building standing before me. I could hear sirens and the familiar rumbles of upcoming tanks from the army. "He couldn't have..." I mumbled, staring down along the now closed off road with what looked like large craters blemishing the roads and pavements. They looked like footprints...

I was positive that in my long seventeen years of life I had never seen anything like this. Sure small scaled dummies and even robots weren't that hard to handle, but a giant? Was that even possible? Was I staring at a giant's footprints?

I turned to look at the first person I locked gazes with. A brunette middle aged woman consoling her two weeping children looking around the age range of about five to seven.

"Excuse me?" I asked my voice deep with compassion for the woman.

The woman looked up to me looking visibly older than she must have been. Her face was smudged with make-up that was dripping from her eyes and cheeks. "What's going on?" she cried, hugging her children close to her body.

"I know, I know, it's a shock to all of us. Look, can you tell me what happened?"

"I- I was in that building with Josie and Harry." She said, acknowledging her weeping children as she pointed to the pile of rubble on the floor still gathering a large dust cloud, "Suddenly, there were these soldiers, they said they were from UNIT and they had a code red and everyone had to be evacuated from the building."

I nodded, trying to console the woman using compassion and understanding as I folded my arm around her shoulder. She cleared her throat as she carried on her voice thick with tears, "There were these rhythmatic earthquakes like footsteps, no one could keep standing. Then, suddenly we were all herded into shelter as this massive foot, I'm not kidding you I swear, a massive foot came out the sky and squashed the building like a bug!" suddenly the woman was in tears again, "Harry's favourite blanket was in that building!" her cries became unstable and unbearable. I cringed and stepped back slightly, unable to make her stop.

Suddenly, I was overcome with a sense of authority. My hands leapt out in front of me and grabbed the woman's shoulders pulling her into me. "I'm sorry, but you've got to pull it together. Now I am going to do all I can to help, but you have to tell me, was there a man with a brown coat running down here earlier?"

The woman seemed taken aback by my sudden change in character and sniffed stuffily in response, "Yeah, yeah I saw this man, odd fella, went straight past the building as soon as it tumbled, I don't know where he was going." She hiccupped slightly trying to keep in control of her crying.

"Thank you." I smiled before running past the woman, under the safety barriers and sneaking past two soldiers from UNIT that were busy trying to ignore the comments from all the distressed bystanders. As soon as I was past, my heart began fluttering with the familiar sense of adrenaline. I couldn't help grinning. This was the kind of stuff I lived for. With one small glare in the other direction I turned back to the large foot shaped crater moulded into the ground. "Bring it on!" I grinned.