Simba slowly walked across the burning desert in shame; his father was dead and it was all his fault; like Scar had said, if it wasn't for him Mufasa would still be alive.
Simba walked till his paws ached until he eventually found himself in a jungle paradise. He could hear laughter coming from behind one of the bushes. Thinking it was a hyena Simba ran away as fast as he could. It was in actual fact a meercat and a warthog laughing at a joke.
Simba began to cry; he was alone, in a strange place and he had no one to talk to; he had nowhere to go and there was no way he could return to the pride lands. He looked up and noticed a huge rock face with vines dangling down in front of it overlooking a small lake. When Simba saw that sight he felt he only had one choice left.
Tearfully he climbed up the rock face to the top. He balanced himself on his hind legs and grabbed hold of one of the vines dangling down in front of the rock face; he tied the vine tightly around his neck and got back down off his hind legs. He cried as he looked over the edge of the rock face; he then took a deep breath and jumped off.
The End