A/N: Okay, this story got 4th place in the Human One-Shot Competition. Glad I got that cleared up... :)

Part II – The Incident

After a few minutes of searching I found the most suitable hunting ground. It was a place that me and my brothers always went to because of the amount of game here.

I laid down my supplies and started to aim at my first prey. A small herd of deer. I shot three times at them, taking down the largest doe. The rest of the herd was lucky enough to have gotten away. One more dead deer and two properly skinned animals later, I decided to move my hunting to the lake.

When I got there I saw several groups of ducks swimming there. I picked one of my moving targets and shot several times in their general direction. Unfortunately, my aim was off. The bullet seemed to have hit a cub. I guess I wasn't completely out of luck.

I crossed the lake to see what I could do for it or do to it. There were two bullets in the skull, which made the cub dead. I took my knife from my back pocket and began to work on getting the fur from the cub.

Just then I heard a deep, growling sound coming from behind me. I turned around to see a large figure emerge from the tress. Of course, it was the mother of the black bear cub I'd just accidentally shot and killed.

She began padding forward to me, with the motivation of 'you-killed-him' so 'I-kill-you'. So, I, in response brought my gun to level with the Black Bear's skull. I aimed it and pulled the trigger once. It made a clicking noise. Twice. Click. A third time. Click. I threw my gun to the side, partly because it was of no use to me now, and partly in frustration because, of all things, I'd forgotten to pack extra ammunition.

The mother bear must have sensed that I had no useful weaponry available. My hunting bag was on the far side of the lake and I left my knife by the cub, thinking that I would come back to it later. The bear lunged forward with her claws out.

Knocking me down on the rocks was enough to send me into a slightly unconscious stage. A huge gash from my temple to the back of my head sent blood trickling down to the lake. And on top of that I couldn't breathe. There was too much pressure on my chest and one of her paws pressed down on my throat, like she was chocking me. I took in a limited amount of air before I could feel my throat closing up.

I tried to release my arms from under her paws, but I couldn't move and the struggling was making it harder to breathe. She continued to claw at the arm that I tried to get free. As she attacked, the pressure on my chest kept getting more and more unbearable. The bear kept mauling me as I began slipping deeper into unconsciousness.

Suddenly, I felt the weight of the bear being knocked off of me. Just before I was completely knocked out I could feel this strange sensation. It wasn't the feeling of knowing that I was going to live, because I knew for a fact that I was dead already. It was more like I was somehow flying. But to where?

A/N: One more part... review! :)