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You reach up to the handle midway up the side of the crate beside you and pull yourself up. Then, placing your foot on the handle, you reach up over the top of the huge box. With a bit of effort, you haul yourself on top of the box. You slowly lift you head to survey the scene.

It looks as if a bomb has gone off. Mangled crates are strewn everywhere. 5-inch thick plates of corrigated iron litter the ground, twisted and ripped beyond repair. Complete boxes have been folded over on themselves like they were made of kitchen foil. You also notice the almost unrecogniseable remains of a car, totally wrent asunder like it was made of nothing more substantial than sodden toilet paper. Even the cast-iron engine block has been torn in half like it was made of moist putty.

But clearly, this was not the work of a terrorist bomb - nothing short of an A-bomb could cause such devastation, and since you're still alive, you know that cannot be the case. The wreckage covers a radius of at least 100m. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see movement.

Whatever that thing is, it clearly hasn't finished what it's doing. What do you want to do now?

• Take a closer look
• Run for your life