“What I do recall is colored by what’s in the Book. Instead of memories, I have excerpts. It’s like looking at a photograph of a photograph. The framing is off. The colors are dulled. The image is slightly dark.”
“Help!” she says. “Damn it, somebody help me!”
The bear looms above her. From this angle, it’s huge; it’s all Dawn can see. Its harsh breathing is all Dawn can hear. And it suddenly seems stupid that this is how she’s going to die, eaten by a bear -a black bear- in the middle of nowhere, screaming for her life and probably peeing her pants.
And then a gunshot cracks behind her.