Gatsby Alternate Ending

Nick slowly opened his eyes, glancing around the room. He noticed the stiff, stark, steel walls and the tough, teeth-chattering, frosty cement floor. He slowly pushed himself up off of the ground, joints aching, skin numb, and muscles rigid. He looked down at the ground where he had slept, seeing only a thin blanket and a phone book in the place of a pillow.
Light shone on the small area, through a tiny window near the roof of the warehouse-like building. As he made his way over to a table with a small candle on it, there was a loud yell from the other room, “Nick!” The fearful cry resonated off the harsh, steel walls, amplifying to a horrifyingly loud volume.
The man’s head turned looking toward the door of the room where the sound came from.
He finally cornered it, staring it down, “Hey.” He whispered, “Don't look at me like that, okay? I don't want to kill you.” He sighed softly, taking a deep breath, “But, we need food, and you'll make a huge meal.” He sat for a couple of seconds, watching the buck lean down to chomp on some grass. He hurried to grab the deer's antlers hastily slitting it's throat, going as fast as he could. He held the now limp body, letting as much blood drain out as possible, not wanting the scent to lead back to the compound. He took a deep breath, hurling it over his shoulders, holding the front legs in his left hand, and the hind legs in his right hand. Nick managed to get halfway back to the compound before seeing one of militia men patrolling the almost bubble-esque wall that surrounded the
Charlie was standing directly in front of Nick, face-to-face with him, “You're bloody.” He stated the obvious, eyes frantically scanning Nick's body. He bit his lip, blinking rapidly, breathing slowed down, almost to the point that he was holding it. He reached out, wiping some blood off of Nick's neck, “Is this yours? Are you hurt?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows, swallowing shakily. Nick shook his head, pointing to the buck, “No, it's not mine, I got us some food, I'll try to wash myself up, sorry.” Charlie shook his head, wrinkling up his nose, “No, it's alright, Nick, you just worried me.” Charlie rubbed his eye, walking over to the buck, “Thanks Nick, I'll heat a pan up so we can have