Debbie's ashes scattered across the bonnet of the car. A glowing hole of melted glass where her heart used to be. Her ashes mixed with the puddle of her piss, turning into a disgusting yellow grey sludge. The golden framed glasses that had lined her nose when she was alive bounced as they hit the glossy red hood of the car. They were the only thing that was left behind of Debbie.

They would be her only tombstone.

The tripods continued on with their extermination of the humans in the immediate area. When they were done, everything with a heartbeat was dead or captured for future exsanguination.

Weeks later, after the invasion eventually failed, there would be nobody left to remember Debbie or Ryleigh. Everyone who had ever known them had been exterminated in the days that had followed the massacre. When the remaining human survivors finally reclaimed this area from the martians, they’d wash off her dried piss and ashes after they’d repaired and refueled the car. Debbie’s glasses would be pocketed for trade, and Ryleigh’s panties were picked up to be reused by someone still alive.

It was as if the whores known as Debbie and Ryleigh had never existed in the first place. Nothing was left of them to remember.