{"id":1026,"date":"2023-02-16T05:31:53","date_gmt":"2023-02-16T05:31:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/haguepublishing.com\/WotW\/?page_id=1026"},"modified":"2023-02-17T02:55:47","modified_gmt":"2023-02-17T02:55:47","slug":"day-25-friday","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/haguepublishing.com\/WotW\/day-25-friday\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 25 – Friday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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25-Jun 00:01 – Friday<\/div>

Today, we follow Wells (to some extent a victim of the Martians) as he passes through the heart of an apparently dead London, witnessed only by the mournful cry of \u2018Ulla Ulla Ulla\u2019 in the distance.<\/p>\n

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Against this, Toni\u2019s diary chronicles the events of this momentous day through the eyes of a survivor. Even though strange sounds echo through London, she and Elizabeth Cadbury make the trek north to collect more supplies for the hospital. Along the way, they encounter an empty Martian machine, and the first incredulous seeds of hope are sown.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 06:30 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Woke early again feeling thankful for #nurses. Had a decent night\u2019s sleep. Think I\u2019m still catching up from the last few weeks. #StillTired<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 06:40 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Very quiet this morning. Can see a #Martian on the horizon. #NotMoving #RedWeed is now covered in white patches. #FeelsOminous<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 10:15 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Lost another #patient this morning. Never knew it would #HurtSoMuch. Didn\u2019t even know her, just her first name. #RIPMillie.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 07:00 @HGWells #Putney<\/div>

Rising at dawn, Wells, heads down the hill, taking the High Street across the bridge to Lambeth where 2 hrs later he finds the bridge roadway choked by the red weed. The weed is already showing signs of disease, it’s fronds brittle and bleached.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 10:00 @HGWells #Putney<\/div>

At the corner of the lane that runs to Putney Bridge Station Wells finds a man lying on the road. Wells describes him as being ‘as black as a sweep with the black dust, alive, but helplessly and speechlessly drunk.’ Wells gets nothing from him but curses.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 11:30 @HGWells #WalhamGreen<\/div>

Wells finds black dust along the roadway from the bridge, growing thicker as he heads north towards Walham Green which he reaches after an hour. To Wells the streets are horribly quiet, but he finds food\u2014sour, hard, and mouldy, but quite eatable\u2014in a baker’s shop.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 11:50 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Running low on #anaesthetic and #AntiSeptics. Trying to steel myself for another trip to retrieve supplies. #gasmask #Martians #BlackSmoke @GraceHarwoodStewart says only one of us can go. #SheHasMoreSkills<\/p>\n

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@LizCadbury has obtained #KnapSacks and will come with me. @EdithCavellNurse and @GraceHarwoodStewart will hold the fort here. We will leave this afternoon about 4pm and travel undercover of #RedWeed and #PartialDarkness. #MoonIsStillBright Full moon was on the 22nd.<\/p>\n

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#StillAfraid #SafeHere #MustGo #IKnowWhatWeNeed<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 13:30 @HGWells #WalhamGreen<\/div>

As Wells approaches Walham Green the streets become clear of the black dust, and when he passes a white terrace of houses on fire; he reports that the noise of the burning was an absolute relief. Going on towards Brompton, he finds the streets quiet again.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 13:40 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

As he walks Wells counts a dozen bodies in the length of the Fulham Road. They had been dead many days, the black powder covering them, and softening their outlines. One or two had been disturbed by dogs.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 13:50 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

In the absence of black powder, Wells feels it was curiously like a Sunday in the City, with closed shops, houses locked up and their blinds drawn. In some places Wells notes that plunderers had been at work, but rarely at other than the provision and wine-shops.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 14:00 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

In one place Wells sees a broken jeweller’s window, a number of gold chains and a watch laying scattered on the pavement. Farther on a tattered woman lies in a heap on a doorstep; seemingly asleep, but in reality dead, a smashed magnum of champagne forming a pool at her feet.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 14:30 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

The farther Wells penetrates into London, the profounder grows the stillness. Wells writes that he thought it not so much the stillness of death\u2014as the stillness of suspense, of expectation.<\/p>\n

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At any time the destruction that had already singed the northwestern borders of the metropolis, and had annihilated Ealing and Kilburn, might strike among these houses, leaving them smoking ruins. It appeared a city condemned and derelict.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 14:59 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Strange sounds #ulla-ulla #haunting #whatcanitmean?<\/p>\n

Listen to a historical recording, possibly made by <\/span>@sirjohntheengineer<\/span><\/span>:<\/span><\/div>\n
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