Flap Flap…Peck.
Huh? What is that?
Peck Peck.
What is that and why is it all over me?
Snap!
"AHHH!" I scream loudly when I felt something snap on my skin. I woke up and saw a bunch of vultures surrounding me. I swung at them, weakly. I shouted, "Go away!"
The rats screeched angrily at me, but flew off. I slowly got off the ground and looked around. I am in the desert? How did I-
"What should I do?"
"Run, Simba. Run! Run away and never return!"
Oh, yeah. I forgot. I killed my dad. It's not like I meant to. …It was an accident. I sighed as I slowly walked forward. I'm not even sure where I'm even going. I guess I just want to find something or even someone. I stopped for a second and looked around the desert some more and yelled, "Hello! Is anybody there!?"
Of course, I didn't get any answers. So, I decided just to keep walking I was bound to find something, right?
It feels like it has been hours. It's too hot and I barely have enough energy as it is. I looked up at the sun, as it burned in the sky. I swear that one of the great kings is making hard for me. They probably know what I've done.
After a while, my legs started wobbling and I started slowly sinking to the ground. Giving up, I fell on to the ground, breathing really hard. I'm so hot, thirsty, and hungry. I can't believe I did this. I could've gone back to the pride and just dealt with the punishment. But, now I'm gonna die alone.
I rolled on to my back and looked at the birds circling over me. I don't mind watching them circle around in the sky…I'm as good as dead anyway. I said in rough voice, "Y-you can get m-me if you want."
They just kept circling, but they looked like they got closer. I turned to my side and whispered, "I'll be waiting."
I closed my eyes, since I started tearing up. Why would I show them crying? I mean I laugh at danger. Hehe.
I heard a loud squawk as the vultures started pecking at me again. I felt tiny bits of my fur and skin get pecked. Saying it hurt a little, would be an understatement. It was painful, but it's not like I got anything else for me. I sighed and closed my eyes again.
I am convinced that I just hate Simba being happy! I just sad and depressed. Jesus! Is that bad? Anyway, sorry if this seem A Little Roar-ish. That will change at this story progresses. That is, if you want this story to continue. So, if you want this to continue, please leave a review! Also, this was inspired by NostalgicChills: Literal Lion King series. Go check her out on DeviantArt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the TLK franchise.