Don't Know, Don't Care, Just Survive

Chapter Five: To Kill a Bear

"Shit."

Tom glanced over at Kevin. "What do we do?"

"I...don't know. Maybe if we stay still he'll be uninterested and leave us alone?"

"Somehow I doubt that..." The nagging feeling to do something pulled at Tom's mind.

Tara was shaking. "Oh Jesus he's coming our wa-"

She was cut off by a loud roar.

"OH MY GOD!!"

The next moment was utter chaos. The bear charged across the river, fangs bared and lip curled. There was no way they could survive a bear attack, especially a male of that size.

"PLAY DEAD!!" Kevin yelled as the bear pounded in his direction. He let out a yelp when it pounded in to him, knocking him down. It grabbed his shoulder with it's mouth and swung him to the far side of the camp, where he landed with a loud thud and laid still, red beginning to drip from the bite. No one asked if he was playing dead, or....

The bear turned it's head to Tara and Ros. Tara, trying but failing miserably to be brave, hid Ros behind her. It reared on it's hind paws and roared. They didn't stand a chance. It charged again, it's mouth opened wide.

Tom's eyes seemed to glaze over as he ran to the edge of the river, grabbing Tara's knife from the ground. He let out a yell and, to Tara and Ros's horror, jumped on the bear's back. With his left arm he grabbed the bear around his neck, and with his right hand, repeatedly stabbed it's vital points. The bear thrashed, swinging his big fore paws back at the tall man, but it eventually slowed, and that's when Tom pulled out the pocket knife and drove it in to it's chest.

It let out a dull growl. Slowly, Tom twisted the knife and dug it deeper. With one last grunt, Tom pulled out the knife and jumped off. The bear collapsed.

Tom finally seemed to regain control of himself. He looked down at his bloody hand and knife. "Did....did I do that?"

"CONGRATULATIONS THOMAS. YOU HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR SURVIVAL TALENT. FIGHTING." As soon as the voice spoke up, it disappeared.

There was a horrified silence for a moment. Ros was the first to regain her composure.

"KEVIN!!" She screamed and ran to his side. She slowly rolled him on to his back, and he coughed.

"Oh my god. Kevin, är du okej? Can you move?"

Kevin groaned and coughed again, eyes closing.

Ros looked frantic."Vänligen inte dö! Du betyder mycket för mig och jag behöver dig! Vänligen gud inte dö!"

Tom leaned to Tara. "What language is she speaking?"

"Swedish." Tara walked to her side and crouched, and assessing Kevin. "He's unconscious. We need to dress his wound."

Tom blinked. "But he's the only one that would know how to do that!"

"No. He isn't."

Ros and Tom turned to Tara.

"Wait...what? What do you mean Tara?"

She sighed. "My mom taught me about herbs and healing plants. I may be able to help him."

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AN

Woooooo an update!! Albeit super short, but and update nonetheless XD

Ye some drama for your comedy eue