I walk outside the house. Everything is deathly quiet. I climb the side of the pit to look out over the houses.

London is devastated. And deserted. I can't see any tripods. They must have moved on. There's red Martian weed everywhere, even choking the River Thames. Is this how the human race ends?

I see a man scavenging for food. He has a gun and looks aggressive. Should I approach him? Or should I explore what is left of London? Or do something else?