I apologize so, so, so much. I finally got a new computer. My old one broke, so I couldn't update the story. Hope my old fans are patient. Note: My writing style has changed dramatically, I now promise more detail in my later stories. Listen, this story has kinda… died? I don't know, since I lost my computer all my hopes for this have faded. I'll finish it off with this chapter, and then you can look forward to a revamped version, new stories, and more.
An eerie silence fell over the battlefield as the destruction of man became more real to Julia and James. A missile landed somewhere close by, rocking the war torn ground from within. She lifted him onto her lap; she could barely make out his face through the fog and ashes that were being tossed by the fighting around them, but she still had the urge to help. "J-Julia…" His voice cracked as he spoke, but the same courage could be heard somewhere behind the veil of injury. "God… has not forgotten us…" He muttered under his dying breath. As he spoke those words, a deafening concussion boomed over the entire field. Through the smoke they could see the fading of the green shields, followed by the sounds of screeching and pain. Then multiple thunderous booms soon followed as the tripods fell to earth. It seems the War of the worlds had come to an end. The world may never know of James tale, but it will always be remembered by his friends.
(Alright, sorry about the weak ending. Don't worry, I'm making a new version with 4x longer chapters, detail, etc. Look for it.)