Bears in Canada(カナダのクマ)
It was a snowy winter in my log cabin in Canada. I lay by the warm fire, reading a Jack London book. I glanced out the window at the snow flakes slowly falling down to earth. I got up and walked over and looked into the fridge, only scraps. I grabbed a piece of venison and tossed it to Jack, my grey husky. “Good boy,” I said to him with a smile.
I put on my jacket, grabbed my old and trusty M1 Grand and slowly opened the door. A cold breeze hit my face almost immediately. I turned down to face Jack and pat my lap twice. “Come on boy,” were my last words before stepping outside.The snow crunched beneath my feet. Jack started running into the woods, his paws leaving footprints as he went. I followed behind, searching the ground for any signs of deer. I suddenly stopped hearing Jack’s movements. I was worried. I ran for about a minute, snapping fallen twigs and nearly slipping on patches of ice. I finally found Jack sitting in a clearing.
“Did you find something-.”
I didn’t have time to finish my question before I heard a loud roar behind me. As I swiveled around I caught sight of a bear running in my direction. I let out a loud yell in surprise. The bear knocked me down, causing my head to hit the floor. I was disoriented for a moment but what I saw afterwards was horrifying. The bear had caught Jack who had apparently tried to fight it off. With one bite, the bear detached Jack leg from his body. Blood sprayed everywhere, completely coating the surrounding snow.
I screamed. I screamed for what seemed an eternity. All the while the bear took off and left what remained of Jack in the snow. I ran over to my friend. I fell to my knees as I reached him. He was panting weakly and bleeding profusely. His warm blood was flowing onto the cold snow. There was no sign of his leg. I stared at my poor dog. He had been with me for years. I was crying and couldn’t stop. Jack started up at me licked my hand and then stopped breathing. In that moment of agony I promised I would get my revenge, I would kill that bear no matter what. I returned to my cabin and blacked out.
When I woke up I prepared for my encounter. I changed out my M1 Garand for the Barrett .50cal Captain Price had given me. I equipped my sleight of hand and my secret backup perk. I was ready to hunt. I ran into the woods looking for my prey. After an hour of looking I still had not found the bear. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I looked down. I was bleeding. I heard an angry shout. “HEY! YOU HACKING OR SOMETHING I TOTALLY GOT A HEADSHOT!”
I looked around, searching for the speaker. I saw the bear looking through a scope at me with his gamer tag, _xXGamingBearXx_, floating over his head. I pulled out my knife and ran at him attempting to kill him. He dodged all of my attack while trying to no-scope me.
He started to run away. I followed only to find myself lost inside the woods. Although I had grown up living around this area, the woods looked different, more sinister, as if they weren’t the same woods. After walking for a few minutes, I found myself in the middle of a desert. I saw an oil yard about a mile away. I sprinted towards it. There was a slight breeze and as I ran dust flew against my face. Strangely enough I didn’t feel anything as it came into contact with my face. I arrive at the oil yard. Rust. Somehow I knew that the name of this place was Rust. I looked around. I didn’t see the bear anywhere.
That’s when I saw him. He jumped from the very top of the central tower and 360° no-scoped me. I fell to the ground, sand flying all around me. He came up to me and started to repeatedly crouch over my body in a sign of dominance and his superior skill. “You are such a n00b,” he said. “Don’t you know that you’re only cool if you trickshot.”
I looked up at him and with my final breath uttered, “Too bad I have Last Stand equipped.” He stared at me with a horrified look on his face as my body disappeared. I respawned at the top of the central tower and jumped down doing all sorts of trick and things and finished with a beautiful no-scope straight into his head. The bear looked up at me now and said, “H4X0R,” before leaving the game.
With that kill I was able to get my dog killstreak. I activated it and almost immediately a brand new Jack spawned next to me. Tears of joy started to roll down my dust covered cheeks. I got down to my knees and started to pet him. And that’s when I woke up.
“Hello sir. How are you feeling?” asked a doctor who was looking down at me holding a pen and a clipboard.
I blinked and looked at my surroundings. And then I remembered. I was in the mental hospital. I had gone almost crazy after Jack’s death a year ago. I couldn’t stand that he had to be put down after years of suffering from cancer. He had been one of the best friends I had. Every time I had the dream in which Jack died it seemed to change. One time it was by drowning, another it was by getting hit by a car. The doctor asked again, “How are you feeling today?”
“Good,” I replied.
“It’s just your weekly check up. Once I finish you can relax.”
“OK.”
The doctor continued with his questions, asking the usual questions he asked me every single week. After he finished I went to the art room like I usually did. I sat down and got some coloring pencils. Like I did every day. I started to draw Jack. Also part of my daily routine. When I finished I took the drawing to my room. Again. I taped it to the wall. Next to hundreds of pictures. I went to sleep and when I woke up I looked out the window. It was a snowy winter in my log cabin in Canada.
It was a snowy winter in my log cabin in Canada. I lay by the warm fire, reading a Jack London book. I glanced out the window at the snow flakes slowly falling down to earth. I got up and walked over and looked into the fridge, only scraps. I grabbed a piece of venison and tossed it to Jack, my grey husky. “Good boy,” I said to him with a smile.
I put on my jacket, grabbed my old and trusty M1 Grand and slowly opened the door. A cold breeze hit my face almost immediately. I turned down to face Jack and pat my lap twice. “Come on boy,” were my last words before stepping outside.The snow crunched beneath my feet. Jack started running into the woods, his paws leaving footprints as he went. I followed behind, searching the ground for any signs of deer. I suddenly stopped hearing Jack’s movements. I was worried. I ran for about a minute, snapping fallen twigs and nearly slipping on patches of ice. I finally found Jack sitting in a clearing.
“Did you find something-.”
I didn’t have time to finish my question before I heard a loud roar behind me. As I swiveled around I caught sight of a bear running in my direction. I let out a loud yell in surprise. The bear knocked me down, causing my head to hit the floor. I was disoriented for a moment but what I saw afterwards was horrifying. The bear had caught Jack who had apparently tried to fight it off. With one bite, the bear detached Jack leg from his body. Blood sprayed everywhere, completely coating the surrounding snow.
I screamed. I screamed for what seemed an eternity. All the while the bear took off and left what remained of Jack in the snow. I ran over to my friend. I fell to my knees as I reached him. He was panting weakly and bleeding profusely. His warm blood was flowing onto the cold snow. There was no sign of his leg. I stared at my poor dog. He had been with me for years. I was crying and couldn’t stop. Jack started up at me licked my hand and then stopped breathing. In that moment of agony I promised I would get my revenge, I would kill that bear no matter what. I returned to my cabin and blacked out.
When I woke up I prepared for my encounter. I changed out my M1 Garand for the Barrett .50cal Captain Price had given me. I equipped my sleight of hand and my secret backup perk. I was ready to hunt. I ran into the woods looking for my prey. After an hour of looking I still had not found the bear. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I looked down. I was bleeding. I heard an angry shout. “HEY! YOU HACKING OR SOMETHING I TOTALLY GOT A HEADSHOT!”
I looked around, searching for the speaker. I saw the bear looking through a scope at me with his gamer tag, _xXGamingBearXx_, floating over his head. I pulled out my knife and ran at him attempting to kill him. He dodged all of my attack while trying to no-scope me.
He started to run away. I followed only to find myself lost inside the woods. Although I had grown up living around this area, the woods looked different, more sinister, as if they weren’t the same woods. After walking for a few minutes, I found myself in the middle of a desert. I saw an oil yard about a mile away. I sprinted towards it. There was a slight breeze and as I ran dust flew against my face. Strangely enough I didn’t feel anything as it came into contact with my face. I arrive at the oil yard. Rust. Somehow I knew that the name of this place was Rust. I looked around. I didn’t see the bear anywhere.
That’s when I saw him. He jumped from the very top of the central tower and 360° no-scoped me. I fell to the ground, sand flying all around me. He came up to me and started to repeatedly crouch over my body in a sign of dominance and his superior skill. “You are such a n00b,” he said. “Don’t you know that you’re only cool if you trickshot.”
I looked up at him and with my final breath uttered, “Too bad I have Last Stand equipped.” He stared at me with a horrified look on his face as my body disappeared. I respawned at the top of the central tower and jumped down doing all sorts of trick and things and finished with a beautiful no-scope straight into his head. The bear looked up at me now and said, “H4X0R,” before leaving the game.
With that kill I was able to get my dog killstreak. I activated it and almost immediately a brand new Jack spawned next to me. Tears of joy started to roll down my dust covered cheeks. I got down to my knees and started to pet him. And that’s when I woke up.
“Hello sir. How are you feeling?” asked a doctor who was looking down at me holding a pen and a clipboard.
I blinked and looked at my surroundings. And then I remembered. I was in the mental hospital. I had gone almost crazy after Jack’s death a year ago. I couldn’t stand that he had to be put down after years of suffering from cancer. He had been one of the best friends I had. Every time I had the dream in which Jack died it seemed to change. One time it was by drowning, another it was by getting hit by a car. The doctor asked again, “How are you feeling today?”
“Good,” I replied.
“It’s just your weekly check up. Once I finish you can relax.”
“OK.”
The doctor continued with his questions, asking the usual questions he asked me every single week. After he finished I went to the art room like I usually did. I sat down and got some coloring pencils. Like I did every day. I started to draw Jack. Also part of my daily routine. When I finished I took the drawing to my room. Again. I taped it to the wall. Next to hundreds of pictures. I went to sleep and when I woke up I looked out the window. It was a snowy winter in my log cabin in Canada.