By John Wyndham
In 1951 John Wyndham released his novel The Day of the Triffids to average acclaim. Fifty-two years later, this scary tale is a technology fiction vintage, touted through The Times (London) as having “all the truth of a vividly learned nightmare.”
Bill Masen, bandages over his wounded eyes, misses the main brilliant meteorite bathe England has ever obvious. elimination his bandages the following morning, he reveals plenty of sightless humans wandering the town. He quickly meets Josella, one other fortunate one who has retained her sight, and jointly they go away the town, acutely aware that the secure, well-known global they knew a trifling twenty-four hours prior to is long gone forever.
But to outlive during this post-apocalyptic global, one needs to continue to exist the Triffids, unusual vegetation that years earlier than began to appear world wide. The Triffids can develop to over seven toes tall, pull their roots from the floor to stroll, and kill a guy with one quickly lash in their toxic stingers. With society in shambles, they're now poised to prey on humankind. Wyndham chillingly anticipates bio-warfare and mass destruction, fifty years ahead of their cognizance, during this prescient account of chilly struggle paranoia.