Chapter Six
Sarah watched the bear run away; bewildered, she was enjoying the scuffle they were having.
Sarah scratched her head then shrugged.
Her body blurred, and in the next moment, she was in front of the fleeing bear.
The bear noticed the girl he regretfully picked on was now standing in front of him, not even facing him as if she didn't even think of him as an opponent.
The bear came to an abrupt stop before it ran into the girl, not wanting to antagonize the girl again.
As it came to a stop, it lowered its head right next to the girl putting its paws over its eyes in fear.
Sarah watched the bear prostrate before her. Even with its head against the ground, she barely came up to its nose.
She grimaced and walked toward the bear's head.
She reached out her hand and petted its face.
The bear flinched when she made contact with it but stayed still all the same.
"You know, you attacked me first, right?" Sarah asked in a dangerous tone.
The bear whimpered when he heard this.
"If I were anybody else, you would have killed that person; you know that, right? She asked, still in the same dangerous tone while petting its head like a scolding mother.
The bear nodded its head in reply.
Sarah's stomach growled suddenly, making her forget her anger towards the bear.
She clutched her stomach as the hunger pangs returned.
"I'm hungry," she moaned.
This time the bear's whole body shook in fear.
"You will find my food to atone for your sins, got it," she said authoritatively. The bear took its paws off its face and stared at Sarah as if he couldn't believe his ears.
The bear gave her a look that said, atone for what, your the one who's bullying me?
Sarah sighed, "Find me food or become my food, your choice," she said, not caring if she was a bully or not.
The bear got to his feet in a hurry and nodded his head repeatedly. It went off in a direction outside the city but froze when it heard what Sarah hollered after it,
"You have 3 hours, and if you aren't back by then with my food, I will find you and eat you instead...got it?"
After hearing those words, the bear slightly changed its direction and started running like there was no tomorrow.
Sarah snorted when the bear left her view, she had no idea how to track the bear, so that was just an empty threat on her part, but hopefully, the bear doesn't realize that.
Sarah gathered some firewood, for whatever the bear was going to bring back with it.
It wasn't hard to find firewood after the mess the bear made with the buildings.
After gathering the firewood, which she may of went a bit overboard with, making a mountain of wood in the center of a clearing, she needed to start the fire.
However, she came to a realization a moment later. She had no idea how to start a fire without a lighter, or gasoline for that matter.
Sarah decided to search for some of the buildings that weren't destroyed by the bear.
So far, she found nothing useful; no food, no water, or even some clothes would be excellent, but the buildings had been ransacked before she showed up.
She exited the building; she was just searching when her eyes caught sight of a clothing store down the street.
Her eyes alighted when she peeked through the window of the store, and there were still plenty of clothes still in the store.
She went up to the glass doors and tried opening them, locked, of course, she thought ruefully.
She tapped her knuckle against the glass, and it blew apart, sending glass in all directions.
She stepped through the opening, not caring about the crunching noises the glass made under her feet, as she walked towards the clothes racks.
She found out the men's clothes did not fit her, like at all.
She had too many curves for the men's clothes, and she had grown a liking to the dress she found, weirdly enough, it was comfortable to wear and didn't restrict her movements nearly as much as she thought it would.
She walked over towards the dresses, and after bringing several to the mirror to find the one she liked, she decided on a dark blue dress that went down to her knees.
She found a pair of tennis shoes that fit her and a pair of underwear that was not see-through, like the ones she was wearing.
She put the clothes she wanted into a bag and brought them with her, not wanting to put them on covered in blood and grime.
Sarah walked out of the clothes store, swinging her bag back and forth while humming a tune.
She stopped walking when she noticed a water tower in the distance.
She tilted her head to the side, "there's no way it's not empty, right?" Sarah muttered to herself.
Her body moved swiftly across the town, and In mere moments, she was standing on top of the water tower, staring down at it.
"So how do I open you, best buddy," she said, patting the tank.
She shrugged her shoulders, "fine, don't tell me then," she stuck her fingers through the tank and ripped off the top half of the water tower.
There was a loud metal, tearing noise as it ripped off.
She tossed the top of the tower like a frisbee, and the makeshift frisbee disappeared into the distance.
She looked inside the water tank and was surprised to find it half full.
Without further ado, she set her bag of clothes she brought with her onto the side of the water tank and stripped naked, tossing the dress and underwear off the side of the tank while putting the makeshift bra she made into the clothes bag.
She jumped inside the tank of water, enjoying the refreshing feel of a bath.
After getting washed up, she got dressed and headed back towards the clearing to set up the unlit campfire.
She still had no idea how to light it, though, but maybe she could just rub two sticks together as they do on tv.
Sarah tossed the two sticks aside in frustration when she wasted 30 minutes trying to get them to catch fire.
She still had an hour before the bear was supposed to return and decided to search for a lighter or striker.
Sarah kicked a washer through the wall of the house she was in, out of frustration, all the homes she searched had been ransacked of everything useful, she couldn't even find a match.
The washer blew apart the wall, sailing through the air until it smashed into a boulder.
She watched as the washer made a spark against the boulder, and an idea formed in her mind.
She went over to the boulder that was as tall as she was and wrapped her arms around it. She made a heaving noise as she lifted the boulder. To her surprise, the boulder came out of the ground, with little to no effort on her part.
She lifted the boulder over her head and started her journey back to her campfire, which was a long track as she traveled a couple of miles searching buildings.
She set the boulder down next to her mountain of wood she gathered, panting from exhaustion.
The trackback was far more exhausting when carrying a boulder that weighed more than 2 tons on her shoulder.
She gathered paper and placed it behind the boulder.
She grabbed a piece of metal she found lying nearby and started hitting the top part of the boulder, just barely grazing the top.
Sparks flew off the boulder and onto the campfire, which produced smoke to rise from the paper she assembled on the campfire.
She gathered some kindling and placed it on the fire slowly so that she wouldn't smother the flames.
A few minutes later, there was a huge bonfire going.
Sarah was sitting on a recliner by the fire, that she happened to stumble upon in a furniture store earlier when she was searching for a lighter and decided it would make a comfy seat, so she brought it back with her to relax on.
She had to move it back a few times when she saw her dress and recliner starting to smoke. She didn't feel the heat from the fire, but her dress sure could.
It was late in the evening before Sarah saw the lumbering form of the bear coming her way.
Her eyes narrowed at the beast, who was over 3 hours late, but softened when she saw the massive fish in its mouth.
Her mouth dropped open when the bear unceremoniously dropped the fish at her feet. The chair she was currently sitting on was picked up off the ground by a couple of feet as the fish hit the ground with a solid thud, making the earth shake with it.
Sarah sprang to her feet, still in shock, staring at the enormous fish in front of her.
The fish lying down was taller than she was, and the length looked to be at least two car lengths across.
She looked at the cooking spit she made above the fire, then back at the fish, then back to the fire. She sighed, "It looks like I'm going to need a different setup if I'm going to eat you, Mr. fishy," Sarah chirped, not all that disappointed. She stared at the bear, who was sitting by the fire like it done so every day.
"Good job, Mr. bear. I'll be back in a few," Sarah said as she walked off in search of a way to support the fish above the fire.
Sarah made her way to the metal yard she found on her exploration of the city.
She picked up a 30-foot steel I-beam, placing it on her shoulder as if it weighed nothing, and walked back towards her campfire.
The bear was still there, resting by the fire.
I hope he didn't exhaust himself too much to grab food for me, she thought worriedly over the bear's health.
She didn't know why, but she felt a bond form between them.
You know what they say, fighting creates one of the strongest bonds.
She dropped the I-beam next to the fish, startling the bear to its feet.
The poor thing must have fallen asleep when she was out.
Sarah opened the fish's mouth and rammed the steel I-beam through its mouth, going straight through the backside.
She lifted the fish above the fire at a 45-degree angle and shoved the other end of the steel I-beam into the ground until it could support the fish.
She relaxed back in the recliner when she got everything situated the way she wanted.
She noticed the bear staring at her with its head resting on its paws as if in deep contemplation.
"Did you manage to catch yourself a fish while you were out there?" Sarah asked the bear curiously.
The bear nodded its head while resting it on his paws.
Are bears usually this smart, or am I going crazy? She looked at the bear closely. Its eyes had the intelligence to them that should not belong to an animal.
"Do you have a name?" She asked, feeling somewhat silly for asking.
Even if he does have a name, how was he supposed to tell her?
The bear shook its head, making her feel like she wasn't as stupid for asking the question.
"Well, you're going to need a name. I can't just keep calling you bear," she said more to herself than to the bear.
She put a finger under her chin in deep thought.
"I got it," she said, sitting up straight.
"From now on, we shall call you, The Magnificent Flying Bear..you did a good impersonation of a flying bear earlier. It suits you," Sarah said while trying to hold back a grin.
The bear, however, did not look amused; its eyes narrowed as it glared daggers at her.
"Alright, alright, alright, you don't like the name, I got it.
Then how about Bob, The Bear? That sounds like a good name, right?" she asked while giving it a thumbs up.
The bear looked at her like she was an idiot.
It didn't like the name, and I thought it was a perfect name. Oh, wait a minute, you don't think it's a.
Instead of finishing the thought, she decided to ask the bear instead.
"Hey, Mr. bear, are you a girl?" The bear rolled its eyes before nodding.
"Then I'm just going to call you big bear from now on, ok," she said when she couldn't think of a decent female bear name.
Sarah sat there, waiting for the fish to get done, trying not to fall asleep.
When she thought it was ready, she pulled the I-beam out of the ground, taking it away from the fire.
She rammed the I-beam back into the ground, a few yards away from the fire, until the fish was easily reachable and didn't sit on the dirt.
She grabbed a knife she found back at one of the houses she searched and tried cutting the fish with it.
The knife touched the fish's skin.
She brought the knife down, slicing open the fish, or that's what was supposed to happen, but the blade couldn't even penetrate the fish's thick scales.
Sarah brought the knife back to her starting point and sliced down again.
Only this time, she put more force into the slice than last time.
The knife slid down the fish making grinding noises as it failed to cut through the fish, until finally the blade gave out and broke down the middle, the tip flying off into the distance.
Sarah let out a deep sigh as she looked at the now useless knife. She read the label on its base, "made in China, go figure," she muttered under her breath.
She tossed the knife away towards her side, it came in contact with something metal, but she didn't bother looking.
There were plenty of metal objects around here it could have hit.
Sarah plunged her hand into the fish, her fingers penetrating the fish's tough scales like it was paper.
She tore a massive chunk of flesh out and brought it to her nose, it smelled like fish, but does it taste like fish.
With that thought in mind, she gingerly licked the meat; what greeted her tongue was a rich, mouth-watering, well seasoned cooked fish, which had to of been the fish's natural taste cause Sarah did not have any seasonings available to her.
That one little taste of food made Sarah's stomach greedy that she couldn't control herself anymore.
The meat that was in her hands disappeared into her mouth, while her other hand had already pulled another chunk of meat off before she was even done swallowing the juicy meat.
After several minutes of stuffing her face, Sarah belched loudly.
It was loud enough to wake up the big bear from her slumber.
The bear looked at Sarah, annoyed from being awoken from its nap.
"Sorry," Sarah said, waving at the bear apologetically.
The bear snorted, before turning its head away, laying it back on her paw to go back to sleep, but the bear's head jerked back up all of a sudden, staring at Sarah with wide eyes, no not at Sarah, but towards the fish, she had been eating.
Sarah blinked before looking at the fish for herself.
She felt her jaw drop open when she noticed, all that was left of the fish was the head and fin.
Holy crap, I can't believe I ate a fish that quickly when it weighed more than a ton.
"I was hungry! Ok," she told the bear defensively.
The bear was giving her a look that said, what kind of monster are you, Which happened to be what the bear was thinking.
Anyone who was that tiny could send her flying with a single punch, was most definitely a monster in her book, a monster that she would not want to cross.
Sarah yawned, she hadn't slept in almost three days, and she was getting tired.
Her belly being full was probably making her sleepy as much as anything.
She walked over to Big Bear and jumped on top of her, laying down and using her as bed.
The bear stiffened when she felt Sarah lay down on top of her but relaxed when she noticed the girl wasn't going to harm her.