An Alternate Ending

Ralph felt a sickening feeling in is stomach as a plane flies overhead.

"What is going on?" he asks himself.

Then he noticed the boats coming over the horizon.

"We need to get out of here," Ralph muttered to himself.

Ralph took off into the burning forest, attempting to find someone, anyone to try and get off the island with him, but it was all in vain. The only signs of other people were the dead corpses lying around him. Then, he saw a glimmer of hope. He found one of the littluns.

The littlun looked into Ralph's eyes and said: "The end is now." The littlun was suddenly crushed by a burning tree that fell as if the world's weight was put onto it.

He was alone.

He knew he could do nothing.

Whatever the planes were going to do, he could not stop it.

Ralph climbed to the top of the mountain, to get a better look of the island. He saw nothing but fire and the charred remains of what had been the island.

His island.

He remembered that others had said Britain had been nuked.

He knew the same, or similar would happen to him eventually.

Besides, how was he to survive with no friends, shelter, or even food? Better to die quickly than slowly, and agonizingly... right?

He walked down the rocky side of the island.

And he jumped into the sea, his last thoughts of his friends he had lost: Simon, Piggy, Samneric, and even Jack, all dead... thanks to man's urge to rely on his most primal of instincts... from which, we cannot escape.