The wind whipped my body and took my warmth it snapped it's jaws at me. It made my already shredded clothes to rags it got colder by the second then the sound I dreaded to hear came. The hiss and a roar of a engine blasted my ear drums and knocked fear into me. My will of living was gone and death enveloped me with welcoming arms. Splutter by splutter the plane came closer with more and more might. Bullets rang in my ears missing me by millimetres BANG BANG BANG into the wall and cobble path. My leg gave out with what little strength I had in it I crawled to the ally way which had no where near enough room to walk through. I hobbled through to the other side and caught my breath "I'm lucky." I whispered to my self but said too soon it flew at me like a angry wasp. BANG.
The world blacked no colour nothing. Then as if a gong had gone of in my head my thoughts jumbled then stopped on one the day I came to Britain
