Worlds Of War 3 |
Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pounding of guns grew louder.
My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house.
Then I saw, it was a young artillery man
weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
Artillery man:
Anyone here ?
Journalist:
Come in , here drink this.
-Thank you
-What's happened ?
-They are wiped out.
-Hundreds of dead - maybe thousands
-The Heat Ray ?
Artillery man:
The Martians !
They were inside the hoods of the machines they had made.
Massive metal things on legs!
Giants machines that walked.
They attacked us!
They wiped us all out!
-Machines ?
-Fighting machines!
Picking up men and bashing them against trees.
Just hunks of metal,
but they knew exactly what they are doing!
-Hmmm, there was another cylinder came last night.
- Yes it looked bound for London.
-London !
Carie!
I had'nt dreamed there could be danger to Carrie
and her father so many miles away.
-I must go to London at once!
-Me too.
Got to report to my headquarters
If there's anything left of it…
At Byfleet we came upon a Inn
but it was deserted!
Artillery man
Is everybody dead ?
Journalist:
Not everybody
Look !
Six cannons with gunners standing by!
-It's bows and arrows against the lightning.
They have not seen the Heat Ray yet.
We hurried along the road to Weybridge.
Suddenly there was a heavy explosion.
The Ground heaved,
windows shattered.
Guts of smoke erupted into the air.
Artillery man:
LOOK !
THERE THEY ARE !
WHAT DID I TELL YOU!?
Journalist:
Quickly
One after the other four fighting machines appeared.
Monstrous tripods higher than the highest steeple,
striding over the pine trees and smashing them.
Walking engines of glittering metal.
Each carried a huge funnel and I realized with horror
that I have seen this awful thing before….
A fifth machine appeared on the far bank.
It raised itself to full height,
flourished the funnel high in the air.
Then the ghostly terrible heat Ray
struck the town….
Journalist:
As it struck all five fighting machines exulted
emitting deafening howls which roared like thunder.
Journalist:
The six guns we have seen now fired simultaneously,
decapitating a fighting machine.
The Martians inside the hood was slain,
splashed to the four winds.
The body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal,
went whirling to destruction.
As the other monsters advanced people ran away blindly,
the artillery man among them.
But I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe.
Now the guns spoke again
but this time the Heat Ray sent them to oblivion.
Journalist:
Whith a white flash the Heat Ray swept across the river.
Scalded half blinded and agonized,
I staggered through leaping hissing water towards the shore.
I fell helplessly in full side of the Martians
expecting nothing but death.
The foot of a Fighting Machine came down close to my head
then lifted again as the four Martians carried away the debris
of their fallen comrade.
I realized that by a miracle I had escaped…..
bashing = krossade
bound = vara på väg
steeple = kyrktorn
exulted = jublade
emitting = sände ut
deafening = öronbedövande
intricate = komplicerad
agonized = plågad
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