Brotherly Love

(NARRATOR SPEAKS) (Horror host type)
• Humans believe themselves to be capable of handling any situation. Technology is a shield from the harsh realities of nature. Often, those who have been raised within our urban environments dream of the peaceful and pure relationship we once had with nature. Two men were looking for exactly such an escape from their everyday city living.
• Gary and Randy had never been the closest of brothers; but they also didn’t seem to be able to exist without each other. They had tried many businesses together, which had all failed because of their bickering. Now, they had failed again; and they were taking a break from failure and looking for some peace. What they did find was true...

BROTHERLY LOVE, OR WHAT TO DO WITH A COLD FOOT!
• The wilderness areas of the Pacific Northwest were supposed to offer all the things Gary and Randy Lawrence were looking for - isolation, quite and an abundance of game to fill their campfire’s cooking pot. They had hiked in from Salmon Creek with a minimum of supplies and a dream of living off the land. Their imaginations did not transform into full stomachs. It had been two weeks since their hunt had begun. All they had been able to shoot were some starved rabbits and scrawny squirrels. The few supplies they had brought with them were almost gone. There was time for one last hunt before hiking out.
• “Boy, we’ve been looking forward to this trip all year. Now, look, nothing!” Gary muttered as he plowed through the snow. “Let’s split up. Maybe we’ll see something if we cover more territory. I know there must be something out there; but I’ll be damned if I know where it’s suppose too be!”
• “Anything to get away from your whining,” Randy spat back.
The two brothers separated and the bright afternoon sun flowed without incident through into dusk and then into the chilling blue-gray of evening. It became impossible to continue; but as Gary was about to return to camp, he was stopped by a movement in the trees ahead of him. He heard the low muffled," THUD," of snow falling from weighted limbs onto the blanketed ground.
• “URRRRRRR...UM...!”
• The rising full moon’s light only partially silhouetted a hulking furry form in the trees. Gary’s first instinct was that it must be a grizzly bear emerging from a hidden den.
• “KERRRRRRRRRACKKKKKKKKK.......!” The rifle in Gary’s hands exploded, with a sharp sound that echoed then faded into the night. The once heavy pine branches catapulted upwards as a limp form crashed down through them and flopped half buried into the snow.
• Gary rushed toward the fallen form and yelled, “What the?...RANDY!RANDY!”
• Randy had heard the gunshot and was rushing toward the sound of Gary’s cry and wondered what mess his brother had made now that he would have to clean up. He could see something lying in the snow ahead of his brother and called, “Gary, What is it?”
• When the two men stood together over the bloodied massive form, they slowly turned to look at one another and simultaneously screamed in amazement, “BIGFOOT!”
• “What’re we going to do with this thing, Randy? It, it almost looks human!”
• Randy’s expression slowly expanded from one of numb amazement into a determined smile. “I don’t know how we’re going to do it; but, somehow, we are going to get this thing down the mountain. We got ourselves the greatest meal ticked this world has ever seen! We’ll be rich boy! RICH!”
• Gary hears another low thud, “What’s that?”
• “Just more snow falling off the branches; but let’s not take any chances by hanging around. This is our prize little brother. Nobody is taking this chance away from us! The brothers Lawrence have finally made it!”
• It was hard going. The ponderous corpse dug a deep trench into the snow as the brothers pulled it through the forest. The creature's body plowed the snow up over its form as if it were trying to bury itself. It was a final protest, to be left alone and allowed to be buried in the earth which had nourished its own life.
• Gary and Randy were not too be denied their prize. The moon was straight over head at midnight when the brothers reached camp, or what was left of it.
• A cold impassive moon illuminated the destroyed camp as Gary mumbled, “What’re we gonna do? There’s nothing left! We’re finished!
•“We can’t stop,” Randy said as his eyes stared at the scene. “We’ll just have to keep moving until the sun comes up and we can find a place to rest. It’s several hours to sunrise...we rest... then it's only a couple more hours to that general store at Salmon Creek!”
• “Let’s just leave this poor thing here and get out fast!” Gary pleaded.
• “What? We’d never be able to find it again. Think for once in your miserable life,” Randy growled. “If we don’t have proof, we don’t have anything. I’m not going to pass this one up! Can’t you see it! We’d have it made! We’ll be rich and famous. There’s nothing we can’t have or do; but only as long as we got the proof. I’m not letting this get away from us! We’re going to be rich boy! RICH!”
• They used pieces of the shredded tent and lengths of rope to form a body bag around the beast. Then, they set off. For the first time in their lives there was no bickering. There was only the sound of their hard breathing and the sliding of the beast over the snow.
• The moon was just above the mountain tops and the long night was nearly over. The brothers were feeling the pain of the unyielding cold and their bodies’ fatigue. The welcome sun would be rising in less than an hour. Then, they could rest. Then they would have all the time they needed and all the things they wanted.
• “Hey, Randy! Let’s hold up for just a minute!”
• “Gary, you stop now and we might never get going again!”
• “Oh, all right,” Randy snorted. “You stay here and I'll go up ahead and check for a way down this ridge!” Randy slowly moved away from his brother and disappeared behind an outcropping of icy granite.
•When he had lost site of his brother, Gary leaned his rifle against a nearby tree, found a log and sat down to rest for a moment. As his eyes began to involuntarily close, he whispered, “Anything. We’ll be able to get anything, anyt....”
• “GARY! AAARRRRRHHHHHH...!"
• Gary was startled out of his dreams and groggily rose to his feet. He began to run. He tripped and fell over the body of the beast he and his brother had been dragging through the snow. His head crashed onto a boulder, hidden beneath the snow and shadows.
• Gary didn’t know how long he had lain in the snow. The sun was not yet above the mountains but it was now becoming light. He tried to rise to his feet. He plunged back into the snow with his head spinning. It was cold...so cold and quiet as he tried to call, “Randy! RANDY!”
• Crawling to the spot where Randy had disappeared behind the granite, Gary plowed through the snow, leaving a deep trench behind him. Half buried, he wiped the snow and blood from his eyes. There was his brother, lying broken and twisted. Standing above Randy and now moving toward him were...three hulking furry figures!
• “We’ve come for OUR BROTHER!”
• (NARRATOR SPEAKS)
“Love... hate... revenge - these are things humans have set aside for themselves. Perhaps there is no exclusive claim to them!”

(NARRATOR SPEAKS) (Horror host type) • Humans believe themselves to be capable of handling any situation. Technology is a shield from the harsh realities of nature. Often, those who have been raised within our urban environments dream of the peaceful and pure relationship we once had with nature. Two men were looking for exactly such an escape from their everyday city living. • Gary and Randy had never been the closest of brothers; but they also didn’t seem to be able to exist without each other. They had tried many businesses together, which had all failed because of their bickering. Now, they had failed again; and they were taking a break from failure and looking for some peace. What they did find was true... BROTHERLY LOVE, OR WHAT TO DO WITH A COLD FOOT! • The wilderness areas of the Pacific Northwest were supposed to offer all the things Gary and Randy Lawrence were looking for - isolation, quite and an abundance of game to fill their campfire’s cooking pot. They had hiked in from Salmon Creek with a minimum of supplies and a dream of living off the land. Their imaginations did not transform into full stomachs. It had been two weeks since their hunt had begun. All they had been able to shoot were some starved rabbits and scrawny squirrels. The few supplies they had brought with them were almost gone. There was time for one last hunt before hiking out. • “Boy, we’ve been looking forward to this trip all year. Now, look, nothing!” Gary muttered as he plowed through the snow. “Let’s split up. Maybe we’ll see something if we cover more territory. I know there must be something out there; but I’ll be damned if I know where it’s suppose too be!” • “Anything to get away from your whining,” Randy spat back. The two brothers separated and the bright afternoon sun flowed without incident through into dusk and then into the chilling blue-gray of evening. It became impossible to continue; but as Gary was about to return to camp, he was stopped by a movement in the trees ahead of him. He heard the low muffled," THUD," of snow falling from weighted limbs onto the blanketed ground. • “URRRRRRR...UM...!” • The rising full moon’s light only partially silhouetted a hulking furry form in the trees. Gary’s first instinct was that it must be a grizzly bear emerging from a hidden den. • “KERRRRRRRRRACKKKKKKKKK.......!” The rifle in Gary’s hands exploded, with a sharp sound that echoed then faded into the night. The once heavy pine branches catapulted upwards as a limp form crashed down through them and flopped half buried into the snow. • Gary rushed toward the fallen form and yelled, “What the?...RANDY!RANDY!” • Randy had heard the gunshot and was rushing toward the sound of Gary’s cry and wondered what mess his brother had made now that he would have to clean up. He could see something lying in the snow ahead of his brother and called, “Gary, What is it?” • When the two men stood together over the bloodied massive form, they slowly turned to look at one another and simultaneously screamed in amazement, “BIGFOOT!” • “What’re we going to do with this thing, Randy? It, it almost looks human!” • Randy’s expression slowly expanded from one of numb amazement into a determined smile. “I don’t know how we’re going to do it; but, somehow, we are going to get this thing down the mountain. We got ourselves the greatest meal ticked this world has ever seen! We’ll be rich boy! RICH!” • Gary hears another low thud, “What’s that?” • “Just more snow falling off the branches; but let’s not take any chances by hanging around. This is our prize little brother. Nobody is taking this chance away from us! The brothers Lawrence have finally made it!” • It was hard going. The ponderous corpse dug a deep trench into the snow as the brothers pulled it through the forest. The creature's body plowed the snow up over its form as if it were trying to bury itself. It was a final protest, to be left alone and allowed to be buried in the earth which had nourished its own life. • Gary and Randy were not too be denied their prize. The moon was straight over head at midnight when the brothers reached camp, or what was left of it. • A cold impassive moon illuminated the destroyed camp as Gary mumbled, “What’re we gonna do? There’s nothing left! We’re finished! •“We can’t stop,” Randy said as his eyes stared at the scene. “We’ll just have to keep moving until the sun comes up and we can find a place to rest. It’s several hours to sunrise...we rest... then it's only a couple more hours to that general store at Salmon Creek!” • “Let’s just leave this poor thing here and get out fast!” Gary pleaded. • “What? We’d never be able to find it again. Think for once in your miserable life,” Randy growled. “If we don’t have proof, we don’t have anything. I’m not going to pass this one up! Can’t you see it! We’d have it made! We’ll be rich and famous. There’s nothing we can’t have or do; but only as long as we got the proof. I’m not letting this get away from us! We’re going to be rich boy! RICH!” • They used pieces of the shredded tent and lengths of rope to form a body bag around the beast. Then, they set off. For the first time in their lives there was no bickering. There was only the sound of their hard breathing and the sliding of the beast over the snow. • The moon was just above the mountain tops and the long night was nearly over. The brothers were feeling the pain of the unyielding cold and their bodies’ fatigue. The welcome sun would be rising in less than an hour. Then, they could rest. Then they would have all the time they needed and all the things they wanted. • “Hey, Randy! Let’s hold up for just a minute!” • “Gary, you stop now and we might never get going again!” • “Oh, all right,” Randy snorted. “You stay here and I'll go up ahead and check for a way down this ridge!” Randy slowly moved away from his brother and disappeared behind an outcropping of icy granite. •When he had lost site of his brother, Gary leaned his rifle against a nearby tree, found a log and sat down to rest for a moment. As his eyes began to involuntarily close, he whispered, “Anything. We’ll be able to get anything, anyt....” • “GARY! AAARRRRRHHHHHH...!" • Gary was startled out of his dreams and groggily rose to his feet. He began to run. He tripped and fell over the body of the beast he and his brother had been dragging through the snow. His head crashed onto a boulder, hidden beneath the snow and shadows. • Gary didn’t know how long he had lain in the snow. The sun was not yet above the mountains but it was now becoming light. He tried to rise to his feet. He plunged back into the snow with his head spinning. It was cold...so cold and quiet as he tried to call, “Randy! RANDY!” • Crawling to the spot where Randy had disappeared behind the granite, Gary plowed through the snow, leaving a deep trench behind him. Half buried, he wiped the snow and blood from his eyes. There was his brother, lying broken and twisted. Standing above Randy and now moving toward him were...three hulking furry figures! • “We’ve come for OUR BROTHER!” • (NARRATOR SPEAKS) “Love... hate... revenge - these are things humans have set aside for themselves. Perhaps there is no exclusive claim to them!”


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