Ignorance of the Acclaimed Heroes
We fear that which we cannot see
We kill what we can
Yet we ourselves cannot see
The blood on our hands
RED
The Martians where dead. Killed by earth's most infinitesimal organisms' disease. Disease had come like the mighty hand of god and brought an end to Martian supremacy. With the fall of the Martian race came man crawling from their safe homes and ram shackle hits like beaten kits coming from their den after mother and father are dead an some greater creature has fought there battles. Man worked like a swarm of ants to rebuild their cities and roads, their banks and tailor shops , draperies and schools , their high telephone lines, making sure that the poles where just a bit higher then before. They burned the Martian bodies in a pit outside walking. As the flames climbed high into the night no one suspected, no one could possibly comprehend, that after such a catastrophe that there was still a greater alien force lying in wait till we were lulled into a calm and then striking us.
It started in walking on the ninth week of the seventh month after the Martians defeat. It small at first, so man paid it no mind, then it grew. It poured into the rivers and wells and troughs at walking; the weed turned the waters to blood reducing earths to a red mud like substance. Animals that tried to drink it died within the hour. No symptoms could be identified, only that the poor beasts had experienced incredible, unbearable pain that drove the creatures mad an what scientist believe , killed them, snapping their minds with such pain that their bodies could no longer function under such strain. According to scientist their where no wounds the pain wasn't even real, a trick played by the accursed red weed. The red weed soon spread an on the third day of its triad reached all of London. Many poor fools driven mad by thirst drank some of the blood water; it was said that even in the very tip of Iceland London's screams could be heard. The endless screaming in London caused all in it and a hundred mile vicinity of London to fall deaf. And as such no help ever came to London and the red weed spread. And now do not get the impression people did not try to stop the red weed all of the world's smartest peoples gathered together to try and stop the weed. It's just nothing worked, sure a few clump's died but by the next hour it had no effect. Soon the weeds spread began to cover most of the globe. Now the smartest men and women said "let's get a rocket fill it with supplies and blast off, go find a new planet and start over somewhere else. The plan was put into action, and on one summer day a rocket could be seen exiting the atmosphere.
Oh intelligent people on that rocket bound for some unknown planet I hope you wander this universe and beyond forever. For if you ever do find a planet and try to make it your own, will we not be the same as the red weed or the Martians that we feared and hated? So please wander and wander forever. For this world is gone, our cities destroyed, technology broken and oceans dried. The thirst I feel now is nothing to the loneliness of being the last alive on this dry, red planet, I will die tomorrow, I know this for sure and so I leave behind this single inch a story, our story, written on red rock, this will be all that's left of us and that's okay, for at least there will be a speck of black in a world covered in red, red like blood.
Good bye
Sincerely
Puppetfan