George Wells/narrator POV:
after i went outside of wall street inn, i went on for my search for pierson, so i started my search for him by traveling up the road, then i wandered north of williams street and into the martian forest yet it appears to be very thick but something looked diffrent about it. i took a closer inspection of the alien plant-life but its not getting moist, this was very strange to me, but then i kept on going. as i kept on walking i notice something that was even more disturbing, it was like every step i take the martian trees start to form a lighter color of red and as i made a left turn on maiden lane, it felt very quiet but then I've notice the red weed flowers on the strees were wilting and going pale and as i took my step into the wilting fields of flowers they just disintegrated to particles as if they were becoming spores or dust particles, so for precautions i put on my gas mask immediately. around me there were only just empty streets with just broken pieces of grass and ruined buildings and apartments which already been consumed by the red weed which seem to be getting a lighter color with every step i take. then i made a right onto Broadway, yet i had just found something very curious, there were bodies on the streets but not just burned bodies but there seem to be non burned corpses on the sidewalks, it seem that they been laying on the ground and suffocated by the black smoke. but then i notice that there were some other bodies on the streets but they seemed to be wearing gas masks, but i couldn't tell if they were alive but it seems like they might have ran out of oxygen in their gas masks. but as i travel up Broadway street i then notice in the sky was a shroud of dark grey clouds floating over new york city, then i kept on moving. as i walked though canal street it became hard to understand why, it felt very disturbing as i kept on walking until i made a right turn and then notice there were only a dozen more dead bodies Greene street, their outlines softened by the black dust. it all has become a stand still, but as i walked i then notice a flock of birds in the sky as they were heading north. yet as i travel i start wondering if i be able to find Pierson in new jersey, but i felt that Pierson might be in a different location by now, since i wasn't able to ask Jeffery of when he first saw him, it just got very hard for me to find him. so i started wandering across. it became so quiet as i made my way on the road, all was very still, apartments were locked and empty. many shops and malls were closed, but it appeared there were glass scatterings on the streets and in the building there were dead bodies of looters and robbers who had just helped themselves to wine and food before the martian smoke machines made their way across town and suffocating them with the black dust in the air. as i arrived at the lower part of Manhattan in new york city there was a jewelry store called Tiffany and Co. outside the store there were some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement. as i traveled onto broadway street the stillness grew even more perfound, it felt like an odd unnerving feeling of suspense as though the destruction which had anialated the city side, which might had any moment strike these great buildings in the heart of new york and leave all in smoking ruins.
(UULLLLAA!)
George Wells/narrator POV:
I stopped walking, then i started staring towards the sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of towers and buildings had just found a voice for its fear and solitude.
(UUUBLLAAA!)
George Wells/narrator POV:
as i made my way passed 28th street station i then notice a few martian metal hermit spiders on the west side of 28th street but then notice something that looked really strange, they were walking slowly but moving in a weird way. they seemed to be behaving erratically, what was more strange was its tentacles. its tentacles were limping while the metal hermit spiders were moving. then i caught sight of their hooded head moving left and right from side to side. it was like getting dizzy or something and they kept on walking into the west of 28th street. afterwards i then kept to the road onto the west of 30th street and saw the metal hermit spiders again and they were still acting strange, until i made my way into 6th ave where there were empty streets of black dust covering the martian weeds, i looked to my left and saw JCpenny mall in ruins. but i kept on moving until i saw the remains of the empire state building which seemed to have been damaged by martian heatray. as i continued my way onto 5th ave, the desolating cry just worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. yet i started thinking to myself, Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Why was I alive when New York was lying in state in its black shroud? I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street, drawn inexorably towards that cry.
(UUUVLLAAA!)
George Wells/narrator POV:
i then made a right turn passed bryant park and made a left turn onto 6th ave and continued onwards and made another left turn onto the west of 47th street and passed the hotel times square. and made a right turn onto north of 6th ave and then made a right turn into the east of 54th street and then made a left turn onto 5th ave. but as kept going north i removed my gas mask and then i saw over the trees glittering in the sunlight was the hood of a martian fighting machine from which the howling came, i then crossed into the west of 59th street which is now a dry area of pale white vegetation which was once a wet spongy mass of dark red martian plant-life and then all of the weed started turning white, i took a piece of the pale weed and i began to notice how dry it felt, then a breeze came by and blew all the dying weed away into the air as it became a cloud of white dust and tiny feathers too small for the eye to see pushed on towards central park and while i was passing by it, there stood a second martian fighting machine, it stood upright, but it was still as the first.
(UUULLLAAAA)
George Wells/narrator POV:
Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded new york still seemed alive. but suddenly there was a change, the passing of something, yet i did not know what it is? except now all that remained was this gaunt quiet. I looked up, and saw a third machine. It was erect and motionless, like the others. An insane resolve possessed me: I would give my life to the Martians, here and now. I marched recklessly towards the titan and saw that a multitude of black birds were circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along central drive. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation as I ran up the road towards the monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore.
The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one he said!
The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, But still they Come!
George Wells/narrator POV:
I scrambled up to the hill of central park, the Martian's camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians, dead, undone, destroyed, slain after all man's weapons and devices had failed by the humblest and tiniest creatures which god and his wisdom had put upon this earth: bacteria. Minute, invisible, bacteria. these germs have plagued us since life first began, though millions of years of evolution we developed a resistance to them, because we earned our immunity, it was humanity's right to survive among this planet's infinite organisms, but there are no bacteria on mars, which the martians immune-systems were unprepared. Directly the invaders arrived, breathed our air, drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them. From that moment, they were doomed.
The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one he said!
The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, But still they Come! YES! The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one he said!
The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, But still...
They Come!