I have heard about the monsters. I have seen them on the news. Some people say they are Demons. Some say they are gods. Most know that they are aliens. There's evidence. A portal; the Breech opened up in the fabric of space, or more likely, was blown open, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. One year after it opened, when the scientists weren't as frantic as before, the first monster came through. They called it a kaiju.

Now is four years after that, and I'm looking at one. Like a cross between a dinosaur, a fish and an elephant. Only, this dinosaur-fish-elephant towers more than a hundred meters above me. The streets of my city, Melbourne, are filled with screams and roars and the infinite destruction of skyscrapers, made look small by this enormous thing.

All anyone can do is run. So they do. They stumble and crawl and swarm over cars and other people like ants over rocks. Everyone is running in a straight line down the wide street. I yell for my best friend, Lizzy, who was with me before the sirens rang. I won't find her. How could I possibly find her in this? So I run, but I still shout her name.

But everyone is running in the wrong direction. The kaiju will take the path of least resistance. That is the way that the crowd's headed. But they will never out run it.

'Stop! Get out of the street! Hey!' I scream, but nobody hears me. Or at least, they don't care. I'm lucky. Fear makes me see clearly, but with these people it's just clouding their judgement. I keep screaming, until my voice is no more than a croak. I can't do anything more to help.

I dive off into an alleyway perpendicular to the street, hoping that Lizzy is doing the same. I run again through these streets and lanes that I know so well, now almost completely devoid of people who are escaping in the wrong direction.

When my breath starts to leave me, I spot a rusted fire escape, with a gum tree beside it. I climb the tree and then the fire escape. The roof is high enough for me to see the kaiju.

Fighter jets and helicopters swarm around it. They launch missiles, bullets, grenades. Most of the projectiles are heading into the things abdomen. But I can see that is strategy isn't working. The kaiju is armoured. I don't know if they can see this from up close. Heavy grey skin covers the whole creature, but the plates can be seen moving underneath.

I chew nervously on my knuckle. They're doing it wrong; they can't keep going like this. They'll use everything they have before the kaiju dies. Meanwhile, buildings are destroyed and aircraft are plucked from the sky, before being thrown to the ground. It's been twenty minutes since I first heard the noises. I wonder how many people have died in that time.

The sound of a helicopter comes from above me. It's damaged, fuel or oil spewing out the side of a hole in the body. Some splatters on my face, and I hastily wipe it off. They're landing on the helipad behind me, and my long brown hair whips around my face.

When it touches the ground, or should I say, roof, eight men and three women stream out of the door. They look at me for a moment, but I doubt that they're surprised. After they yell at each other for a moment before a really young looking soldier comes over to me.

'Are you alright?' he asks.

I nod. 'Yeah I'm fine' I point to the kaiju. 'They need to aim for the eyes. There are plates of armour under its skin and so long as they're shooting at it like that nothing is going to happen. Look at it.' I say. The young soldier stares at it for a moment when a terrible realization widens his eyes.

'Lieutenant!' he yells running over to the group. He tells them what I told him. I look back to the kaiju. It keeps moving forward down the street. Now I can see it grabbing handfuls of people its arms, crushing them, and tossing them behind itself. Its second set of arms swats aircraft away like they were flies.

From the group of panicky soldiers a middle aged looking woman suddenly appears beside me.

'I've just sent the message out.' She says. I see the swarm of aircraft Shift upward and their fire move towards its head. Its eyes. The thing stops roaring and starts screaming. It stops moving forward. It's not dead yet, but it's immediately looking a lot worse for wear.

'My name is Lieutenant Billie Coleman.' She says.

'Eloise Carroll.' I say. We shake hands, but my eyes don't leave the kaiju.

The monster suddenly stumbles and falls. Its head is gushing with blue blood and its eyes are pulp. It's dead. But a minute later a plume of its foul blood rises into the sky, and the sounds of destruction cease. The shockwave hits us with a rank smell and cloud of dust. Now all there is to see is the path of ruin it's carved through my home.

'There's never been kaiju with armour like that before, has there?' I ask.

'No. At least not that I've heard of.' She says. 'If it weren't for you we wouldn't have stopped it.'

'You would have noticed it eventually.' I say, deflecting her complement with ease. Lieutenant Coleman smiles sadly.

'And while we were figuring that out a thousand more people would be dead.' A thousand more. How many thousands are already dead? My family are away in Sydney, so they're fine. But what about Lizzy? I shake my head. I can't think about that, not now.

'I did what anybody would have done.' I say. Lieutenant Coleman does that sad smile again and looks over to a neighbouring rooftop.

'Really?' she says. 'Look over there.' She points across to an overweight man bent over his camera phone. He's watching back what he had filmed before. I scan over the skyline and see half a dozen others doing the same thing.

'Jesus Christ.' I say.

'You'd think they wouldn't be thinking about how they should film it and more about how so many people are now-' she says. Her voice is bitter. 'Sorry. I shouldn't say that. Not yet. If only we'd had a Jaeger.'

Jaeger. A massive robot that looks like something out of The Transformers, built to kill the kaiju. Two pilots control it, connecting the robot to their brains to control it. The machine is so big that the neural load with the interface of the Jaeger is too much for one pilot to cope with. The pilots are as legendary as the jaegers. They are the only real way to kill the kaiju before so much damage is done. Australia only ever had one, and it's not here. We've never been attacked before. We thought we were safe.

We stare across the scene of devastation for a minute. I can sense the rest of the helicopter's crew standing behind us, doing the same. The young soldier from before steps up to my side.

'How old are you?' he asks.

'Fourteen.'

He lets his breath out in a disbelieving whistle. 'Well, prepare for your face on the news kid, because I'm putting it up there.'

'But I don't want-'

'It's not a matter of want anymore. You saved lives. More than we could have alone.'

I sigh and turn. I climb down the fire escape and the gum tree, and walk back towards the main street. They shout after me; tell me to come back. But those bodies aren't going to clear themselves.