Trudging On

Summary: My alternate ending for Fahrenheit 451. There will be character deaths. This is something I whipped up for a English project.

Montag saw the flirt of a great metal fist over the far city and he knew the scream of the jets that would follow, would say, after the deed, disintegrate, leave no stone on another, perish. Die.

The city's anti-air turrets managed to shoot down one of the many jets sent to decimate the city and the shot down plane was coming down right on Montag's group. "Run!" He cried to the men as he ran for safety. "Get out of the way!" He yelled behind him.

He felt the tremor of the crash from beneath him and heard the explosion. He turned around only to see a raging Phoenix coming from the crash sight. The creature emitted a smoke black as night that pierced the heavens. He knew it wasn't the time to stare at the beautiful yet deadly mythical creature, so he looked towards the city and spotted Granger lying flat on his stomach. "Good he's ok," he thought to himself. But when he looked in another direction he came to regret it. There, not even 5 feet away from him, lyed the rest of the group he came across, burnt and lifeless like the rest of the city's population.

Seeing and smelling the burnt corpses of the men lead to him having a flashback of the woman and Beatty. Then, like what many would do, he vomited. After wiping the remains on his sleeve he trudged over to Granger's unconscious form.

"Granger. Hey, you need to get up. We need to get out of here," Montag said to the unmoving man.

As if heeding his call Granger started stirring. "Montag," Granger called out "What happened?" Montag lifted Granger up so he would sit upright. "One of the jets was shot down and, as fate would have it, crashed right where we were standing." He swallowed a lump in his throat and spoke again. "Fred, , and Reverend didn't make it." Granger looked at him then frantically searched for his traveling partners, only to find their corpses. He wept as Montag started lifting him up.

Silently they packed what supplies survive and started walking in the direction of the train tracks, one still with tears streaming down his cheeks and the other with a face of determination. With Granger being emotionally drained and Montag being physically exhausted they only got so far by nightfall.

Montag made a campfire and while he set up the sleeping bags Granger started sharing stories of the men's lives. Montag ate his portion of dinner while listening to their stories and decided from what he heard that they truly were good men. When he was done telling their tales he said "Good Night," then went to bed.

The next morning the duo packed and set off again along the train tracks. Silence shortly ensued, but Montag felt that Granger was not emotionally fine so he decided to speak up, but Granger spoke first.

"Montag. The damage to the city we saw was caused by ourselves. If we had books I doubt the outcome would've been the same, but there would always be a possibility."

"Yes. There would be," replied Montag.

They trudged on. Montag was thinking. Thinking of the people they would come across and all the knowledge he would acquire and hopefully share. That was his goal at that moment to share. To share what he knows and what he would learn with the rest of the country's population so hopefully the society he was in wouldn't happen again.

I am proud of my work, spending 2 hours thinking of different ends. But this one came out on top. As for my grade on this? A+.

Thanks for reading.