Draft- Assignment 2

The Wasteland

The shuddering corpse opened with a shrill screech that pierced through my bleeding eardrums, rattling through my empty skull. The glowing embers that were laid in the scene left at me feet singeing the lifeless bodies strewn across the wasteland.

The pain-ridden sky had been covered in sleepy clouds. The city had burnt in hell; timid ribbons of light had floated down to the desolate barren wasteland. Why had these monstrous creatures set their intellects to destroy our coping society?

No one was able to understand why our race had been chosen. No rhyme, no reason. The human race had been nearly annihilated, left to decay by the superior Martians.

During the attack we, as the inferior race, attempted to gun down these magnificent life forms; hundreds of men died. Using.308 rifles and our primitive tanks they stood no chance against the superb machinery of the Martians.

The flames raged as if they had risen from the burning fields of hell, the spiteful anger watched all the people burst into flames; the night had turned a ruddy violet from the Martian’s destruction, it hid every child’s worst nightmare, enveloping the sky sulked above the smouldering field.

Every human now had to stand up for their right for life, most quivered in the other’s shadows while the alleged ‘brave’ ones went to fight: they never returned. Those that hovered in the back stood the greatest chance of survival, the humans had come to realise that they had to fight from the back-line, never searching for hassle from the aliens, merely trying to build society again.

Peoples skin turning red and blotchy as abyss’ ruptured through there skin, there screams pierced every brain in the miles vicinity, we stood no chance as the Martian’s murdering machines. I had looked up to the sky one night, dirt surrounded my face as the clouds were filled with ash, blood and death. Clattering sounds of murdering machines and daunting planes filled the atmosphere with purpose. I had sat there in uproar of the commotion. I crouched there, filling up inside with enmity and disgust of the travesty the Martian’s were causing. The planes were humans trying to save us from the destruction; there was no hope. All the planes thundered to the ground, in a matter of moments of being in sight. People’s blood turned into crimson paints as it cascaded through the cracks of the shattered planes. The bodies that had managed to tumble to the ground through the cracked windows of cars, planes and whatever other machines had surrounded me were pitched like rag-dolls. Single beads of sweat ran down my back as I had stood in awe and petrifying fear, silently gasping to myself at the destruction I had stood witness to those treacherous months. Peoples lives streamed out of chasms left in the guts, their entrails splattered like paint across what was left of the hell on Earth. The gruesome, grotesque world, horrified me day and night, the image still burns through my eyelids, I remember every second like I am still living it.

Every single piece of the life had ever known had been stripped from me, every person I had once known had been killed, they were all too familiar with the process of death. There had been nothing I could have done to save them as the heat rays of these ‘demons’ had conquered their bodies. They had taken over. Every body convulsed as they collapsed to the floor, no matter the age was no respecter, and colour was no bar. You were just another innocent figure in their path to destroy. In their journey of tyranny.

Every night streams of sweat flows down my furrowed brow as I cursed the hour the Martian’s had laid a mechanical foot on this Earth. I spent days in hovels and ditches hiding from the superlative Martians. The obliteration the Martians caused stood looking down on me for days on end. One night I had had to hide under a lifeless form, it drooped above my head, the stench was unbearable, I would spend minutes holding my breath, breathing was not an option when the Martians were near, they heard your every move and breath. I would shudder in apprehension, dread and anxiety took over my mind, every electrical impulse that was sent through my body was another second I dared to live with these atrocious beings existing nearby. Even if they’re one million light years away they would still be too close for my preference. As evenings passed while they were still inhabiting this Earth, fright and horror occupied every last humans mind, day and night, dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk. No human was unaware of the atrocity that was happening! It felt as though Armageddon was nigh.