Meanwhile, back in the camp, the explorers were sitting around the camp fire, eating their freshly cooked sausages and laughing, having a good time. It was getting dark now, the only light they had was the light from the flame of the stove. One of the friends, John, went inside the tent and rummaged around in his rucksack, occasionally murmuring “I know its in here somewhere, I only had it last night…”
The other two explorers, Andrew and Peter, just looked at each other and shrugged. But all was revealed when John pulled out a large torch from his rucksack! He turned it on and wedged it into the snow.
In the new light, they could see two large shadows closely moving towards the camp, they didn’t know what they were because their wasn’t much light. John went back into the tent and got the binoculars. He looked towards the shadows,
“Ok guys, two polar bears are fast approaching, male and female, most probably looking for a bite to eat and I think we’re on the menu!” shouted John fearfully. They soon found out that the snow mound was not a great place to camp as they were cornered by the bears. Andrew rushed back into the tent and radioed his brother who was in the other team. He had a helicopter.
“Mayday! Mayday! Are you receiving me? Two polar bears closing in and ready to attack, I repeat two polar bears ready to attack! Send help immediately!” shouted Andrew into his radio. He rushed outside and he could clearly see the polar bears now, he grabbed the safety flares and rushed behind a smaller mound of snow with his friends.
John had a plan, they were going to try and distract the bears with the safety flares and the leftover food they had. Then they were going to run for it when the beasts’ backs were turned, it was a risky plan but they all agreed outwardly that it may well work and anyway, it was the only chance they would get.
All of a sudden they heard the soft padding of large feet on snow, they pressed themselves into the snow. A polar bear was coming. John knew what he had to do, he had to save the others.
“Listen to me, when I say so, you run that way ok?”
The others didn’t know what to say, they didn’t want him to sacrifice himself for them but they knew it was the only way. They nodded. They all hugged and John ran out from behind the mound screaming with a flare in his hand, he lit it and the bears started to chase him. John hadn’t expected them to be so fast and they were gaining on him,
“NOW!” he shouted and Andrew and Peter ran off in the other direction, tears flooding down their faces as they went. They did not look back. They didn’t want to . But then they heard a ripping sound, and a scream. Andrew looked back but his wished he hadn’t, the bears had ripped John in half, there was red blood oozing onto the white, untouched snow as one bear stood on it hind legs and roared.
They were still running as they heard the sound of a helicopter coming, they were going to be safe! They could see the helicopter coming in from the horizon, they looked behind them to take one last look at Johns ripped body as the helicopter landed nearby, they rushed towards the chopper and clambered aboard. As they flew over their camp they could see a trail of blood, the bears were carrying back Johns shredded carcass to their young.
Becky McMahon 812 words…..sorry