Dez dashed into one of the many ally ways on Silver Croft Road and pushed himself against a wall. slime and grease cover his back. There was a derelict 1950’s police box near him and a over flowing bin which looked like it could break any moment and spill out everything it had ever eaten. The fresh air no longer reached this damp ally way. It smelt of grime and grit. There was a slight scratching sound coming from the back of the ally way, it’s just a rat Dez reassured himself. But it was getting louder screeching, scratching and shrieking; Dez closed his eyes, held his breath and waited…..