As I approach the tripod I notice birds circling about its top.
This Martian is dead, like the other one! But the tripod is still standing, so it can't have been in a fight. Did it get sick, like the other one?
I climb the hill and look over London. I see more and more dead Martians. Then I notice the red Martian weed - a lot of it has white patches, some kind of disease, and is dying off as well!