They stormed blue sector, cut everyone down like they were nothing. The frightened masses in green sector knew they were next. The children were crying and the anxious mothers and fathers tried to put on a brave face but deep down they knew it was all for nothing. There was talk from red sector about some super genius who was helping them, but that meant nothing now.

The endless seconds ticked by in what appeared to be an eternity. Teenagers were calling out for their loved ones and people were confessing their sins. Lovers were holding each other and trying to find the words for a final goodbye.

People were praying for a quick death, they just wanted it over with. They didn’t want the horror of a slow and painful death. Some people picked up make shift weapons. They figured that they may as well go down swinging. A token protest against the inevitable maybe but everyone tried to find their own way of dealing with the certainty: they were all about to die.

They heard footsteps, slow and methodical. Like the beat of a heart they were all in perfect rhythm. They grew louder and louder. This was it, endgame.

The door disintegrated and a cloud of energy burst inwards. A wave of emotion crashed over the advancing nightmare of emotionless monsters.

People ran and were cut down, there was no escape. Among the fighting and the slaughter the children sat and screamed. Then at last it was over. The silver giants looked at the children.

In red sector a hundred survivors let out a cry of shock and anger and the Doctor looked upon the dead faces of those he couldn’t save…