Twelve hundred pounds of angry Kodiak bear sliced the tents, guide, and tour group into bloody lasagna. The two survivors hid behind the campsite’s redolent porta-potty.
Ronnie pulled a stubby .32 semi-automatic pistol from his pocket.
“Are you insane?’’ hissed Chad. “That’s just gonna piss him off.”
Chad knelt and laced up his fancy running shoes.
“Who’s crazy now, college boy?” sneered Ronnie. “You can’t outrun no bear.”
“Like the joke says, I just gotta outrun you.” Chad stood and smiled smugly.
“That’s a good point,” said Ronnie as he levelled his gun at Chad’s stomach. “A real good point.”
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