Chapter six
Demise

In the morning of the 10th day, Deppit went to wake up Patten, he was laying down soaking in his own blood, it seemed a heavy sharp instrument had cut halfway through his neck, chopped his head all most completely off: knocked him out first it seemed. He was dead: what killed him and then run off, murmured Deppit, run off back into the woods; of course there was no one around to deliberate that with. Deppit, tried to reason with himself, that it could had been a number of other dangerous animals, not long ears, the human, but his second self told him it was, it was long ears, like Patten had said, it was him who killed Fitzgerald, and who else could it be, no one else followed them. This was a trying situation at best, he had discovered a missing link of some kind, something that had gotten through the evolutionary gap, or was it simply, a freak of nature in genetics. His fear was escalating, but his inquisitiveness was beyond his fear. He picked up his belongings and started going into the forest looking for this creature, forgetting to bury his friend, and to stick close to the river to find his way out of this lost canyon.

A few minutes later he found himself lost in the woods, and a bear was running at him, he did forgot his rifle at the river, thus, he dropped everything and raced backwards, back in the assuming direction he came, hoping to find the river again, and he did, he had just grabbed his rifle i

n the nick of time, and the bear had grabbed him in the nick of time, and they fought over the rifle, and the rifle went sailing into the air: and the bear picked him up, picked him up high, and twisted him around like a chicken trying to get loose; when the bear had dropped him, dropped him back onto the ground, his arm was completed torn off his shoulder, and the bear was having dinner.

Then something peculiar happened, he saw long ears waving at him with the other hand pointing down river, as if trying to tell him something, he was standing along side of the river (Deppit thing: why does he not come to help me)— pointing down river with the other hand, what was he pointing at, thought Deppit. With one hand, Deppit moved himself over to the river, closer to the river, the bear watching him with the long part of the corner of his eye, one eye, as he devoured his hand, and then Deppit saw it, it was the end of the river, perhaps the end of the canyon, and perchance, the ocean was sitting right beyond its edge; it had taken its last swallow, and now it was coming back for more!...

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