Lord of the Flies: Aftermath of Death By Spencer Huff

Lieutenant John G. Keyes stepped off the boat, and motioned for the two marines that accompanied him, to remain on the ship. Keyes looked around the desolate island. Most of the landscape was burnt, and barren, with a few smoldering trees left, trying to recover to the state they were before the great fire.

A few adults, with weird face painting, ragged clothes that seemed way to small for them, with sharpened spears grunted to each other and walked to Keyes. They looked very thin, and seemed very tired. Keyes tried to communicate to them.

"Hello," he said.

But the savages, simply grunted at each other, in a discursive language, but they recognized what Keyes had said, and waved their spears.

"How long have you been here?" asked Keyes.

One of the savages looked around for a second, and opened his mouth, and replied, stuttering. "F-f-fifteen years?" He glanced at his fellow savages, and they nodded. He then turned back to Keyes and nodded again.

"What happened?" Keyes asked. "How did you get here?"

The savages glanced around again, and one of them ran off into the ruined forest. Keyes' right hand reached for his sidearm, but he checked the motion. A few seconds later, the savage came back, carrying a book that seemed to be decades old. "B-b-book," the savage said. "R-r-read." He handed the book to Keyes, and he read.

October 4th, 1954

We've been stranded out here for days. We've decided to break off away from Ralph's tribe. I have become Chief of the Hunter's Tribe, and we're going to sneak into his encampment, and steal Piggy's glasses, so we can make fire.

-Jack

October 5th, 1954

We got it! We have the glasses. But that damn jackass, Ralph and his fat friend, Piggy, came along, with the conch too. I got into a fight with Ralph, and Roger dropped a rock on Piggy, killing him, and destroying the conch. Ralph ran away, and we burnt down the island to smoke him out.

Eventually, the coward ran out tot he ocean, and Roger beat him down, and I stabbed him with my spear. We then cut his head off and placed it on a pike, as a tribute to the beast.

Keyes looked up in astonishment. These once civilized men had gone to war with each other, and killed their old leader and his friend. But the savages motioned for him to continue reading.

October 9th,1955

It's been a year since we killed Ralph, and I'm really regretting it. Our food source of pigs has worn down, and we're almost out of fruit, since we did a dumb thing by burning down the island. If Ralph were still alive, we might have gotten off this damned island. I'm surprised we haven't been found yet.

January 14th, 1956

I'm really homesick right now, I miss my parents. I wish we could have some decent clothes, and a nice, warm bed. We have no more food, we killed all the pigs. We started to fish, but we weren't too successful. We can't catch enough in a day. One of the littluns, I can't remember his name, but he died of starvation, and we were so hungry...well, you can imagine.

Keyes looked down, again, and only a small entry was last in.

Samneric died. Can't think. Can't remember, anything. War broken out. No hope.

Keyes closed the book, and handed it to one of the marines, and told the other to get the survivors on the boat and send them back to the cruiser. Keyes' drew his sidearm and he ventured into the forest. The two passed by what was a shelter decades ago, but ceased to be. A few grave markers pointed the location of some of the dead.

The two looked around for hours and found nothing, so they went back to the ship. It turns out that Jack was eaten just a few days ago, and he was the last one who could still write, and with us death, the mystery of the Lord of the Flies was lost forever....