Sawyer had been on his way back to the beach when he heard it. The sound of heavy paws stomping wildbrush underfoot, and a guttural grumbling that echoed across the forest.
And when he saw the furry white outline against the green backdrop, his heart only stopped for a second before he swept the gun out off his belt and fired. The first time you see a polar bear in the jungle, you're so surprised you wait a whole minute. The second time, unfortunately, you're unfazed enough to hurry up and blow it's goddamn head off.
The strangled roar was barely heard over the explosive echo of the bullet that had plunged into the animal's thick neck. Sawyer couldn't help but grimace at it's death cry, then take a slight step back as the animal fell to the earth with a thud.
" Damn polar bears, why don't you just leave me the hell…alone…" Sawyer's voice trailed off, disturbed.
The polar bear was lying against the ground, not only bleeding from the neck, eyes glazed over, massive body spread out against the foliage, but also clutching what was very clearly a Coca Cola bottle.
And at least fifty penquins were staring at him in shock.
Sawyer stared back.
" Oh shit."