Punctuation Practice /Writing

Punctuation Practice

“I click my fingers”, the deep scratchy voice
says “and everyone around us dies.” I struggle to focus
on the dark imposing figure before me. Behind
there’s a crater of shattered paving, as though
it has crashed
down to earth from the sky, concrete dust coats it's black full-body armour which shimmers slightly
as though in a heat haze, the face is completely masked even the eyes and mouth are hidden
behind wire mesh. The only chinks in the
sleek metal facade. The Whole being vibrates
like it's not
completely solid. A shiver runs down my spine.