Part 11 (2/2)
”Lose it!” Jerry directed the barrel of the shotgun at the bear's temple.
”Fine,” the bear sighed and reached up to remove the head of the costume off. It twisted slightly but remained attached to the shoulders of the suit. Frustrated, the bear removed the bladed paws and tried again by placing one hand on the snout for leverage; outside, the PA system roared.
”It's not coming off.” He turned to the little bear behind him. ”Austin? Would you help me here?”
”I'm not Austin, I'm a ferocious bear. Grrrr.”
”He's not buying it, Austin. Untie me.”
Austin shrugged and dropped his own claws to the ground before lumbering over to the bigger bear. The two of them struggled for a moment or two to no effect.
”Wait. Okay, bend over,” Austin's small voice was weakened further by the bear mask.
The largest bear complied and bent over at the waist. The littlest bear pa.s.sed his arm over and put the bear in a headlock. Fits of tugging and twisting resulted with the removal of the mask and the smallest bear collapsing on his rear.
Austin, the tiny bear, sat up and removed his own mask.
The three killer bears were three young boys. The oldest couldn't have been more than seventeen years old. Austin was the youngest, no more than thirteen.
”What now, smart guy?” Alex, the oldest, asked.
Jerry leaned forward and tried to dial up the gravel in his voice. ”Get out of my house.”
Alex nodded to the other two boys. Austin stood up and moved quickly out into the clearing. Trent grumbled and nursed his wounded hand as he sulked from the luxurious coach. Alex waited for the other two to get outside before moving past the man with the shotgun.
Giant insects, rotting corpses, hideous mutants, and other monstrosities of the wasteland were things that he had been prepared to see when he set out across the country several years ago. He was not prepared to see three headless bears, scolded and shuffling out of the Silver Lining. He chuckled at first; it built into a laugh that he tried to hide from the kids.
Regaining his composure, he lowered the barrel of the shotgun and stepped into the clearing.
The bears were huddled together. Alex stood in front of the group, keeping himself between the shotgun and the other two kids.
Laughter still threatened to invade his voice. He fought it back. ”How many in your little bear clan?”
The talking bears were quiet.
Jerry moved to the back of the group. There, the smallest bear cowered behind the two bigger boys.
Peering into the eyes of the youngest boy, he growled, ”How many rugs am I going to have to make to find out?”
Austin cracked. ”It's just us! Okay? We're all alone.” His voice quavered but his attempt at a defiant tone emboldened his brothers.
”Leave him alone. He's just a kid.” Alex grabbed Austin by the shoulders and pulled him away from the nomad.
”Yeah, you're just being a big dumb a.s.shole.” Trent stepped in between the man and the little boy.
”You're all just kids. What's going on here?”
The three looked to each other for a.s.surance that it was okay to speak. Trent seemed to disagree, shaking his head back and forth. Alex only nodded to him and then spoke.
”We've been on our own since the end of the world. Me and my brothers. We were camping out here when it all happened. And we thought we would be okay. My dad was a great hunter; he got us food and water. He told us that it was safer out here than in the cities. But our parents ... they only lasted a year.”
”Did they get sick?”
”No,” he held up his bear head. ”The bears got them.”
”The bears were smart,” said Trent. ”Really smart.”
”So you killed the bears?”
”My brothers kept having nightmares,” the frustration was evident in Alex's voice. ”They couldn't sleep. We stayed up all night just in case they came back. We couldn't go on like that.”
”Are they nocturnal?” the nomad asked the boy.
”I don't know. We just waited until winter and found their cave.”
”They hibernate just like dumb bears,” Austin jumped in.
Trent, the middle child, nursed his hand. Blood began to spill through his fingers. Pain was evident on his face.
Jerry pulled the keys from his pocket and handed them to the youngest kid. ”It's Austin, right?”
The thirteen-year-old nodded but didn't come near the keys.
Jerry calmed the grit in his voice, ”Inside the glove box is a first aid kit. Get it and take care of your brother.”
”Your dog bit me!” Trent yelled as tears filled his eyes. The pain from his hand had become too much.
Jerry fired back. ”You attacked a 150-pound dog! What did you think would happen?”
Trent looked at the ground, ”I thought I would scare you away if I could take your dog.”
”We never had a dog.” Austin became excited.
”You don't steal dogs! Or motor homes!”
Austin's head shrunk into the safety of his bear costume. Trent took him by the hand and walked them both to the coach to get the first aid kit.
”Please don't yell at him,” the oldest said. ”He was only seven when the world stopped working. He hasn't been to school since second grade. He doesn't know any better.”
Grand theft motor home aside, Jerry admired the kids. They had lasted on their own for years. Many adults had not fared so well. More often than not it wasn't even the post-apocalyptic dangers that did them in. Their inability to get along was often far more fatal. But these three boys, not even teenagers when they became orphans, had succeeded on their own. Even ferocious mutant bears had not offered a challenge to their will to survive.
He called over his shoulder, ”Chewy! Erica! It's safe. Come on down. They're not really bears.”
Alex stood before him with a confused look on his face. Jerry realized that he still had the barrel pointed at the teenager. He lowered it and spoke, ”It's amazing what you boys have done here. To take on Super Smart Bears and not only live, but to wear their pelts ... That's something to be proud of.”
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