Polar Bear Monologue

big bite of raw meat and I head off with my spear in one hand and my life in the other.
I have been looking around for over four hours and I was starting to feel it. I couldn’t feel my toes or my fingers or my face for that matter. My eyes were watering and my tears were turning to icicles on my face. I knew that if I didn’t see something and fast I would need to turn around, and try again once I recovered. Out of nowhere I hear a low pitched grunt from behind me, I look around, but I don’t see anything. I continued walking when I heard the grunt again. I turn around even faster this time, but still nothing. I started walking towards where I thought I was hearing the noise. It turns out what I was looking for wasn’t as far away as I thought. I saw it’s eye first, they were was pure black. At first I thought it was a bull, but then I realized that the bulls weren’t white, I instantly knew what I was about to face, it rose from the ground and stood on its hind legs, it was at least twice my height. It gave out a …show more content…
I still had a mound of polar bear meat that could last fifteen days so I was stuffing myself. I felt something fall on my head and figured it was just a piece of ice from an icicle above. But a few moments later I heard a few cracks above me. I look up at the ceiling of the ice cave, I see a shadow I figured It was a bull and I knew that this roof would never be able to hold up that ginormous beast so I took the spear and followed the bull waiting for it to fall through. Sure enough, the ice ceiling collapsed. The bull came falling through and before it could do anything it fell right on top of the spear and instantly became dead weight as it fell to the ground almost cracking the floor as well. I thought about taking the hide off of the bull, but I decided not to waste my energy. I just wanted these last days to go fast so I went back to