Glenn was a Scotsman at heart. Tall, buff, and with a thick accent. He embodied what the 'traditional' Scotsman should be, a tough guy who drank beer and liked his kilts. He lived his life in Scotland until this year, only moving due to a new business opportunity. His friend having opened a fitness centre and inviting Glenn as a trainer, Glenn happily accepting as he started a new chapter of his life. But this opportunity took an unexpected turn, only a week after arriving, the bear outbreak occurred.
Glenn kept himself hidden during the chaos, looking after number one, himself. He stockpiled on food, kept himself out of the public eye, and planned his escape. A seven day walk, going down the backstreets and sleeping in abandoned apartments. It was the perfect plan, no one would see him, and he'd be out fairly quickly. His first few days went off fine, he saw the occasional bear, but managed to stay hidden. The bear's often too busy fucking others to even notice Glenn was around. But the fourth day was when it all changed...
He found his place for the night, an abandoned and empty apartment. Glenn climbed the window, breaking into the place as he positions himself against the wall and slept. His eyes closing as his consciousness began to fade, his nose picks up the faint scent of smoke.
Glenn slept like a log, feeling refreshed the next morning as he went to stretch... then felt himself unable to. The jangling of metal next to him, Glenn realising that he was no longer in the apartment. Instead, he found himself in a large and mostly empty room, resting on top of a bed. The bed's sheets stained, some of the stains fresh and stinking of sweet and spunk. Glenn tried to stand, but felt the same resistance, his eyes spotting metal on his arm. His left hand was handcuffed to the bedframe. Desperate, he attempted to break the frame. Punching, pushing, kicking. Yet it endured, as the familiar scent of smoke hit Glenn's nose.
"Awake? Good, I wanted to pound that Scottish ass for so long."
Glenn turned around and stared at the door, standing at it is a bear. This one looked to be in his late 30s, one hand scratching his bushy brown beard, while the other held a cigarette. The bear smoking as he walked closer, Glenn making out more features. This bear was wearing a leather harness and hat, his chest swaying as he climbed onto the bed and crawled up to Glenn. Glenn pushed the bear away, but his hostile behaviour only seemed to encourage the man.
"Wanna fight me? I like that, we'll definitely have it rough!"
Glenn tries to shout in defiance, but the bear makes an unexpected move. His hand reaching for Glenns mouth as he shoves the cigarette in, Glenn smoking for a second as his mind becomes bland. His body calming as he focuses on the smoke... it's so calming, so different.
"That's better. Ass up, I want to examine my new goods!"