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The Work of Fifteen Days

           NearRoehamptonIhadseentwohumanskeletonsnotbodies,butskeletons,pickedcleanandinthewoodbymeIfoundthecrushedandscatteredbonesofseveralcatsandrabbitsandtheskullofasheep. ButthoughIgnawedpartsoftheseinmymouth,therewasnothingtobegotfromthem. 

           AftersunsetIstruggledonalongtheroadtowardsPutney,whereIthinktheHeat-Raymusthavebeenusedforsomereason. AndinthegardenbeyondRoehamptonIgotaquantityofimmaturepotatoes,sufficienttostaymyhunger. FromthisgardenonelookeddownuponPutneyandtheriver. Theaspectoftheplaceintheduskwassingularlydesolate: blackenedtrees,blackened,desolateruins,anddownthehillthesheetsofthefloodedriver,red-tingedwiththeweed.Andoverallsilence. Itfilledmewithindescribableterrortothinkhowswiftlythatdesolatingchangehadcome. 

           ForatimeIbelievedthatmankindhadbeensweptoutofexistence,andthatIstoodtherealone,thelastmanleftalive. HardbythetopofPutneyHillIcameuponanotherskeleton,withthearmsdislocatedandremovedseveralyardsfromtherestofthebody. AsIproceededIbecamemoreandmoreconvincedthattheexterminationofmankindwas,saveforsuchstragglersasmyself,alreadyaccomplishedinthispartoftheworld. TheMartians,Ithought,hadgoneonandleftthecountrydesolated,seekingfoodelsewhere. PerhapsevennowtheyweredestroyingBerlinorParis,oritmightbetheyhadgonenorthward. 

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