He moved his head rapidly side to side, trying to figure out where the rumbles were coming from. Just as he was starting to narrow down where the sound was coming from, he felt tremendous heat. The heat was so immense that it dropped Mowgli to his knees, panting heavily.
Mowgli looked towards the source of the warmth and what he saw was horrific. A meteorite has crashed into the great rock. The great rock was glowing with reds, oranges, and yellows. Then the great rock began to bleed the colors, and rumble so loudly Mowgli had to grab his ears. The great rock started spewing a bunch of small rocks and more orange blood. As the airborne liquid landed on the ground, the undergrowth started aflame and began to weep themselves as they melted and burned to the ground.
Mowgli instinctively began sprinting away from the horrors he just witnessed. But unfortunately he, just like everybody else, can only run from his problems for so long before they catch up with him. A meteorite crashed not two feet in front of him, so he dodged around it, only to have the same thing happen again. This went on until Mowgli could no longer run.
He lies on the ground knowing of his fate. As the world came crashing around him, he reminisces his life. He remembers the twinkle of the stars while he lay in between his parents, the boundless sea of emerald treetops, the whisper of the wind, and the crystal clear water.
He remembers until there is nothing more, then a flaming tree hits him. He feels it, but already has come to terms to what will, what has become of him. He feels the fire consuming his chest. A scream generates, but not from any pain, but because he can smell his own death surrounding him. The worst part of being lonely isn’t having anybody to converse with but to die alone. Which he knows he will in a matter of minutes. Mowgli lets go, much like the rest of the world, and fades to black.
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