A massive black bear crawled slowly across the wasteland. Large patches of its fur had rotted away, and swarms of flies buzzed around the festering flesh near its wounds, as though it carried a dark cloud with it as it moved.
They said the eyes were the windows to the soul, so this bear must have been very old. Its eyes held nothing but numbness and gloom, like a human being who had lost something important.
Dark clouds filled the sky, yet the day was not dim. The air was also far better than in Derry Town; at the very least, one could smell all manner of chemicals.
Perhaps gasoline and diesel had not burned completely, or perhaps there had been another chemical waste leak somewhere nearby. In any case, a slightly sour, rotten stench irritated the nostrils.
The enormous bear climbed a mountain of garbage. It first raised its head to look toward the distant horizon, then lowered it and began searching for food.
It skillfully opened an abandoned refrigerator, then dug out the rotten contents and devoured them with gusto. Deathstroke, several hundred meters away, could not tell what it was eating, but judging by the colorful decaying matter, it could not have been anything good.
"This bear is huge. Back home, I never even heard of a bear whose shoulder height exceeded three meters while lying on the ground." Magik knelt on one knee and spoke softly to her teacher beside her. Yet even that faint sound made the bear lift its head and look in their direction.
Fortunately, perhaps the flies affected its vision. Whenever the bear ate, those tiny insects naturally refused to fall behind, swarming around its mouth.
"Not bad luck." Su Ming sat on the ground with his back against a tree stump,