I don't own WotW. But I do own Samantha.

I'm Samantha. I'm 13 years old and once had plenty of attitude. Once. Martians began taking over and they have me in a cage basket on the back of one of their Fighting Machines. I'm not the only person. Lots of people, young and old, is with me. Young brats, old hags, and insane adults. What a happy place.

The Martian who have been driving this thing had 'parked' it next to a pit with a cylinder, a few busy Handling Machines, and about 5 Martians. The Martians were either operating a Handling Machine or just lying in the setting sun, panting and drooling. Eeew.

Our Martian didn't leave. He or it stayed in the crab, as I like to call this hunk of metal. I watched the Martian activity for a while. I wondered how they talked to eachother. All this time and none of them made even the slightest vocal sound. Maybe they use body language or even telepathy.

Then again...they didn't make the slightest gesture. So I guess telepathyWAS how they go. I continued watching the 10 foot octopuses. They were very slow...and well...slow...and you guessed it...slow. One of the Martians noticed me and my attention shifted to him-it...whatever.

He opened his mouthy beak and his drooling got worse...as if he thinks I'm a kind of tasty treat. His large black eyes narrowed as he smiled evilly. At least it looked like a smile. Another Martian sluggishly crawled up to him and also stared at me.

I don't know how, but I had a vibe that these Martians had a specific plan for us in the cage. Something I know I ain't going to like. I backed off out of the Martians' sight and sat down amongst the people.

These people are nuts. Creepy. The thought of being the only sane person in here is weird.

Hours passed and it was night. I was taking a short nap when a metallic tentacle unexpectedly went in the cage. I was still snoozing when it wrapped around me and removed me from my prison.

It set me down and the feeling of the ground and dirt woke me. It was a long time since I was out.

That's when I noticed...I was surrounded by Martians! I awkwardly looked over these aliens, wide eyed and open mouthed.

Nervously, I tried to smile and made a waving gesture.

"Uh...hello." I mumbled.

I have a bad feeling about this.

That's it for chapter 1. Short, I know...but I ran out of paper and my ink in my penjust ran out. Chapter 2 will be up ASAP. Until then, pleaz Review. I'm desperate and I'm worried about my first fanfic.