Epilogue To William Golding's Lord Of The Flies

“The rules!” Shouted Ralph “You’re breaking the rules!” Who needs rules when we can’t even have a proper meal. And why is Ralph leading anyways? Jack thought. All he has is a stupid shell that makes sound. “Who cares?” Retorted Jack. “Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!” Said Ralph. That was the argument that was constantly replaying in his mind. Stupid conch! Stupid fire! Stupid Ralph! “Who needs them anyways?” Ralph muttered to himself, “And it’s not like they’ll miss me or anything.” It was only an hour ago since he had left; “Hands up,” Jack yelled, “whoever wants Ralph not to be chief?” He shook in surprise, no one held up their hand. A combination of rage and embarrassment flowed through Jack. “How many think...” Jack stuttered. He wasn’t able to finish his sentence, and it was clear no one would agree with him. “All right then.” Jack said. “I’m not going to play any longer. Not with you.” He continued furiously, “I’m not going to be part of Ralph’s lot.” He stormed out of the area. Jack phased out of the flashback. He had
“We shall catch a pig and gather fruits and berries. Then we can invite Ralph and his little tribe. Them and their stupid rules and Piggy and his stupid Ass-mar! Why have rules if you can’t feed yourself?” he shouted. The chorus and the other boys shouted and clapped. He waited for them to settle down. “I will show you how to catch a pig!” he proclaimed, and the boys went wild. And it was from there that Jack’s newly founded tribe began to turn into savages. They painted their faces black red and white and screamed and shouted. As they searched for a pig, they went silent. Suddenly, as they cornered the pig, they started chanting. And as these chants got louder, they rang out through the entire island.”Kill the beast, cut his throat, spill his blood!” They chanted. “Kill the beast! cut his throat! Spill his blood!’ The sound rose into the sky and vibrated through the