Attack on the Martian Men

The pages were blank, or so I thought. Though I was confused as to why a book this thick was filled with nothing but paper and foxing, I soon realized where I was... That is to say, I didn't know where I was.

Only that I was now sitting inside a tube with two gentlemen and another lady, the three of them holding onto some sort of railing and I promptly dropped the book and grabbed hold myself. There was a countdown from 30 to a complete 0, all the while I shook my head frantically for a way out from the seatbelts alone before there was a blast behind us and we were all **** back to our seats.

I believe everyone else was enjoying it as there were remarks of cheers at the travel whereas I was trying to grab for my own dear life with a pacing heart that accelerated just as fast as the speed of the projectile we were in. After an infinity of intense speeding and a lifetime of clouded eardrums, our speed slowed down before landing unto something. My fellow passengers unbuckled their seatbelts with ease but it took me struggling on how to remove the buckle before I was helped out.

Exiting the missile(yes, we were in a missile)we soon found ourselves standing on red soil, not earth, but the terrain of Mars as I was quickly told. The men and the lady talked about Britain's new Martian colony and how they were heading there whereas I was still dumbfounded and amazed at the sight of the blue planet with the moon before I tried to look for my group in vain. As far as I am aware, I am alone on the Red Planet.

Wondering as to how I could get back home, the earth(mars?)shook beneath me and a bloodcurdling wail, never heard before from either man or beast, had made me snap my neck towards the direction of the source. A metal disc-like machine that stood on tripods looked down upon me with its great height, a net of sorts hang behind what could be called the entire head or its tail.

My instincts told me to run and run I did. I felt as if the remote gravity of the red planet barely applied to me or the Martian machine as it used its towering slender legs to run like a wild beast, similar to that of a gorilla and caught up to me immediately as I felt some sort of tendril wrap itself around me with a texture of rope and wire, and soon I was tossed into the air and into the net.

Screaming seemed like it didn't work and though I tried for a minute, nobody came. The Martian Machine did seem as if it was investigating our rocket, inspecting the ground for whatever could've been of value to it, perhaps it was smarter than I thought; perhaps it was looking for the others that went with me. Shame I wasn't able to follow them.

It seemed satisfied enough with me from what I could tell at its body language, even though it was a mechanical tin invention. And with that, it strutted away from the missile and into the red desert-like landscape.