My Ending for Of Mice and Men

It was dark out now and Lennie looked around, petrified and alone. He sat underneath the great sycamore tree and listened to the quick skittering of a lizard as it made its way up the tree. He sat and watched the water, it did not move or ripple, it just sat there, like Lennie, quiet and alone.
         Lennie knew he had done a bad thing, he knew he had hurt Curley's wife, but he didn't care, he wanted to pet his puppy, the one he had clutched in his hand. He sat, with his dead pup, and watched the water to nothing, he sat and he listened and he remembered. Lennie remembered that he was supposed to go hide in the brush he remembered that he was supposed to tend the rabbits, and then he remembered George; his only real friend, the only person who knew his story even better than he did himself. Lennie remembered that George had told him that if he were to do another bad thing he wouldn't be allowed to tend the rabbits, but he had done another bad thing, he knew it, and that meant he wouldn't be tending no rabbits.
           Lennie stood up, he clutched his pup to his chest, all the while staring at the motionless surface of the water. A single tear traced it's way down the side of Lennie's unshaven face and landed on his pup's nose. Then Lennie knew, he knew everything was wrong, the world just wasn't fair, and so, out of hopelessness and rage, he threw his pup with everything he had left in him, it hit the water without a sound, and was sucked under, then the water moved.

            A few miles away George was panicking, the group of men had already looked south of the ranch and were now headed north, the way they had come to the ranch, the way that he had told Lennie to run if he ever needed to. The men walked in silence, the only sound that could be heard were their footsteps on the rock path and the skittering of a lizard nearby. George walked at the back of the group and he found the silence to be the most deafening sound his ears had ever heard. He knew there was no way to avoid the inevitable, but he didn't like it. As they trudged on he could sense that they were drawing nearer to the river that didn't seem to move, the one he and Lennie had slept beside the night before they went to work at the ranch. This unsettled him for he knew that Lennie would be there, he knew there was no way to tell him to run, not enough time to help him. And so he marched on in silence. After a few more minutes of this they came across a flattened section of tall grass, the men all looked at one another and nodded, they crouched down and drew their guns out from their coats. Curley pushed George into the lead, as he move forward his heart rate quickened, he knew this was it and there was nothing he could do to stop it. George poked his head out from behind the tall green grass, ever so slowly, and when he finally caught a glimpse of the sandy river bank what he saw astounded him. Lennie was not there, all that was left of was the small form of a pup floating in the water, alone, silent, peaceful, but dead all the same.