Lord of the Flies EpilogueLord of the Flies Epilogue by hermpes
The night watchman called lights out at ten o'clock as usual. The doors locked, and the pale light of the moon shone through Ralph's room. In the room stood a sink, toilet, and a small cot. The room was padded. The door had a glass window that reflected fluorescent light into the room. One window on the opposite side of the room let in the natural light of the moon. The combination of the artificial and natural light created a faint glimmer upon the mirror that hung above the sink.
Ralph sat on the floor as he always had after he and the other boys had been saved nearly two years ago. The war had ended in a stale mate with both sides realizing neither could win. Moscow, London, Washington D.C., Paris, and Berlin had all been obliterated. Leaving only a ghostly set of ruins, the only evidence any of them had ever existed.
Ralph's face was stuck in a blank daze. He hadn't spoken since he was rescued. The other boys had been released into the public, though after heavy examination.