"We could just walk." Tyler said plainly.
Colin simply turned to him, then to the rising rate of snowfall, then back at Tyler.
"Seriously? Do you not see the weather out there? What, are these monkey suits weather resistant?" Colin questioned.
"Yeah, actually. For when we do stuff in winter." Tyler said.
"Oh.... well, let's go then..." Colin said as he got out. Tyler did the same, and the duo of "Bigfoot" guys walked into the snowy hills.
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Donavan's wife, however, was catching on that Colin had been gone for an awful long time.
"I guess that's what happens when all natural mets processed garbage for a week." she said.
"I'd better check on him."
She found herself before the horrid stench after a short walk.
"Oh yeah, that was him alright." the woman said as she looked at the pile.
"Wait a minute, we didn't open any of our toilet paper." the woman said. "Something isn't right here.... I bet the fat little weasel is off somewhere right now, running and hiding."
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Sure enough, Colin was running and ducking behind trees to hide. Growls and snarls filled the air.
Colin and Tyler had wandered onto a bear poacher's hideout. Not really caught up on the situation, the man assumed they were there to steal his illegal stash.
The man's wolf-dogs certainly got a work out tearing Tyler to pieces and staining the snow red. One of them carried his arm for fifty yards before dropping it.
Colin ran inside a hunter's lodge and dove under the bed as the dogs ran at the door only to smash their noses as Colin slammed the door and locked it.
Collin needed to fight back, so he looked for weaponry. There was a rifle mounted on the wall, a bunch of empty beer bottles and some super glue, kitchen cutlery, a compound bow and some arrows, and lastly, a pair of climbing picks. Collin chose...