Disclaimer: I do not own this because I am not H.G. Wells, this is also based in the year 2005, yes, I did see the movie, but I've read the book 5000000000 times too. This is my first good fic that hasn't been written because of sheer annoyance, so please read.
Dess squinted as she stepped into the blinding sunlight. The sun shone lazily through the clouds on Dark Well Avenue. It was an unusually warm day for the month of August. Clouds of dust rose as she tread silently through the quiet dirt roads. Leaves cascaded to the ground as she silently strode through the empty streets. She had only gone down to the basement to get her shoes, what was going on?
She scanned through her mind, but only found that mornings stale thoughts. Breakfast, reading the paper… there had been an interesting article about some strange comets that touched the ground in England, but that couldn't have anything to do with it? Could it?
She squinted at the sky. It was a hazy red color, unusual for this time of the year in September. The ground started to shake, suddenly, out of nowhere, there were people. Running, screaming, clutching to their children. They were like rats drowned out of the sewers. What in the heck was going on?
She stood still for a second thinking about her situation. Obviously, there was some kind of natural disaster, or she was having a dream, so she could either A) get killed by the mysterious factor in her dreams and wake up really annoyed or B)get killed and wake up somewhere very unpleasant. She decided she'd rather run. All of the adults were screaming, a symphony of black noise accompanied by the terrified shrieks of children that clung to their parents.
There was one small boy who stood perfectly still though, looking into the horizon. A look of quiet contemplation was plastered on his small pale face, he looked peaceful, like he knew the end was coming, and he was ready to face it. Dess stopped. "Hey, kid, you might want to get going, because…" The boy held his finger up, as if signaling her to wait. He moved it, till it pointed to where the swarms of people were coming from. The sky had turned a darker shade of red, and it was now raining. Dess held her hand, shading her eyes from the oddly, harsh sunlight, and when she brought her hand down, she realized in one horrible moment, It was blood.
Slowly, on the horizon, a large tripod emerged. Its grotesque frame slowly inched its way across the landscape. Its harsh metallic color reflected the crimson sunlight, giving it a shining red glow, like an angel of death. The most horrible thing was that it was coming slowly. It knew that no one was getting away from it so it took its time, and Dess's scream was swallowed up by the thousands that surrounded it.