1984 Alternate Ending Essay

The arguments of the three men triggered something in Winston’s mind. As though a switch was flipped a memory began to come back to the surface of his thoughts. He was emerging his apartment building into a street ripe with tension. Winston was in a building he did not recognize with his sister nearby him, and his parents currently out of sight. Winston seemed to be in an apartment, but a different one form his other memories. This apartment was cleaner and bigger, as though it was truly meant to accommodate more than just two small children and his small mother. The environment was tense and dread hung in the air as Winston remembered that familiar feeling of hunger, twisting in his gut.
It must have been before the disappearance of his Father,

for Winston could hear his parents arguing throughout the building. “We can’t stay here as London devolves into turmoil!” Winston’s Father proclaims while pointing towards him and his sister.
“Where could we take them?,” Winston’s mother begged, “The countryside has already devolved into chaos!” His mother shook and paled as gunshots could be heard in the distance.

“We could just hide in the old city bunkers until the fighting recedes.”
“To wait for the rebels to come and slaughter my family!,” Winston’s father yelled exasperated. The response of Winston’s mother was drowned out by the explosions and gunshots that suddenly erupted out of the city. Then, silence fell over the city of London. Winston in pumped up and, believing the loud noises had finished, raced outside to the extent of the chaos of the city.Winston runs out onto the street to see a crowd forming of many young individuals. The crowd continues to amass as they seem to slowly take on a more sinister look. Shouts begin to sound from the crowd as they slowly mass attention and numbers.
“For the English Socialist Party, for the proliaritet, for Ingsoc!,” Someone from the crowd eagerly shouted. Almost like a living bring the crowd grew in size. Drawing more attention many people began to cower and hide fear and worry written in their faces. Young men and armed soldiers arrived to put an end to the growing mob. Many of the soldiers could only be told apart from the other young men around them by the orderly and tired way they marched. The soldiers were etched with worry and fear as they approached the mob and stood in rank facing the growing mob. A young man, possibly the man in charge yells an order at the crowd. Then a gunshot rings

out.
Like the breaking of a dam both the soldiers and the mob collide in a rush of confusion, hatred, and blood. People begin to fall left and right, their bodies lifeless and some of their eyes expressing the last emotions they ever knew. Winston’s mother appears and grabs Winston’s hand in an attempt to pull Winston away. Winston allows himself to be dragged back into the building as the gunshots continue to ring end in an endless slaughter taking place in the street.
Winston then finds himself back in the apartment where he finds his Father frantically grabing anything of any value and that could be used as a weapon. “Take the children and hide in a bunker beneath the streets,” Winston’s father yelled, “We don’t have time for anything else!” Winston’s father continues to grab what seems to be of value as Winston’s mother carries his sister and drags Winston out the door. The hallways had the sounds of boots rushing into the building and quickly Winston’s mother led Winston away from the noise as Winston’s father rushed out of their apartment to join them.
Winston’s family reaches the end of a hallway, unbelievably devoid of fighters, but full of other residents attempting to flee the building. Winston’s parents run out a different side of the building and continue weaving through building and alleys trying to find a bunker. Along the way more and more shots could be heard as rebels and soldiers alike died and chanted their beliefs and their goals to the city around them. People could be heard screaming in pain and fear as they ran or were caught in the fighting for the city. Winston’s parents continued to run in different directions in an almost meaningless ways movement away from the chaos. Eventually Winston runs out onto a street that is entrenched with what seems to be soldiers. One of the soldiers spots the family immediately and orders them to approach slowly and cautiously. Winston’s father is stripped of everything he was carrying and was then taken aside from the rest of the family as Winston, his sister and his mother were checked for weapons or valuables. As Winston was being led away from his father he had a sinking feeling in his gut, that it was the last time he remembered seeing his father. The Smith family was ushered into what appeared to be a safe house where many other women and children had been gathered.
Winston entered to find a women struggling and sobbing against an armed soldier demanding the return of a loved one who was dragged away by the group of soldiers. Shots were heard outside, some of the gunshots were nearby and did not have any any signs of conflict in them. Winston’s mother broke down into tears as the horror and grief overcame her. One of the soldiers walked up to Winston’s mother and cried, “Do not fear woman for your husband serves in the glorious revolution, so that the worker the common man can be free. Glory to INGSOC! Down with the corrupt politicians of parliament!”
Winston snapped out of his reverie in a daze and looked about in fear until he realized he had only stopped moving for a moment and continued on his way into the bar determined to discover more about the past before Big Brother.