Short War of the Worlds story

[ɪɴꜰɪɴᴀ-ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx]

The pounding of guns, and the roaring of those machines from hell became deafening. I shuttered, holding my knees to my chest as I pressed myself against the corner of the basement. The exultant, deafening warhorns shook the ground, and struck fear into my core as I listened involuntarily to the sounds of war. I heard everything; the screams, the sirens, the explosions, guns, the Tripods, the horns… It was the most terrifying moment of my life, and I was helpless to stop it. Every person I knew had vanished, and every other person that hid with me in this cellar had run to the surface to help with the fight.

None returned. All of them vanished in the misty distance, the field where They still roam. I’m just sitting here, waiting for them to catch me. It’s only a matter of time, and I no longer hear the guns and explosions. They must all be dead now, for the only thing I can hear is broken sirens and their mechanical stomping. Every now and then, they roar just to fill the silence, as if mocking me.

I’m alone, and everybody I know is gone. I’m so scared. I… Why am I alone in this city of the dead…? Why am I alive, while everybody I know is lying in that field? I’m…

I’m walking out. I’m tired of living in this world of torment and loneliness. I’m going to let the aliens take me, farewell.