Polar Intoxicated

There was black smoke filling the cabin. Bright orange erupted out of the sides of the plane as the front was engulfed in flames. The gauges were fluctuating uncontrollably, and the pilot was frozen with fear. The plane dipped forward more as it plummeted towards the ground.
Samantha couldn't even see the gauges this time as the smoke had concentrated inside the cabin. She was coughing up a lung as she tried leaning as close to the dashboard as possible to see the altitude, but it didn't work. A small pop caught her attention, and she leaned back quickly. She was then engulfed in a blast of fire that came through the console. It singed her hair and clothes, but didn't last long enough for major damage or burning.
With a quick look in the back, behind her chair, she found a parachute. Samantha struggled to get her arms through the straps but finally succeeded. Next, she pulled on the handle to open the door of the plane, and it was ripped out of her hand from the strength of the wind. She got in the open doorway and looked down. Between the wisps of smoke, she could see the ground approaching quickly and jumped out. She was way too close to the ground, so she immediately pulled the ripcord.
The bright red nylon shot out of the pack and fully opened. Samantha was still descending too fast and knew the impact was going to hurt. She held on for dear life and came to a sudden and painful stop. Her legs buckled instantly, and her head slapped the snow-covered ground, knocking her out cold.
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Samantha came to and was discombobulated. She was covered in the nylon parachute and couldn't see anything. After scrambling to get it off of her as fast as possible, she could now feel her body hurting from the collision with the ground, but she knew she needed to get up. Her eyes took a few moments to focus, but they didn't need a crisp outline to understand that the snow-covered ground was a bright red, pink in some areas, with her blood. She checked her body for wounds but only found dried blood on her upper lip and in her nostrils.
After that, she got up and looked around for the plane. She could see a thin black line floating towards the sky in the distance and immediately started walking towards it. She was unaware of how far out it was, but it had to be the closest thing to civilization as she could get out here. There were supplies she could use if they weren't already burned. There was even food; her cargo to a town in the middle of nowhere.
Her trek was slow because of the deep snow, plus she was limping. It took all of her strength to keep walking. After walking for close to an hour and nowhere near the smoke, she took a moment to sit on the convenient chair the snow provided. She tried, to no avail, to warm herself up as she had started to shiver. The scenery was white on gray, with no blue in sight. Nothing but snow.
Samantha couldn't sit still for long and decided to start walking towards the smoke again. The line had not gotten any bigger as she made her way through differing depths of the frozen powder. Her right leg had gone numb, but with the difficulty of trying to traverse the snow, she couldn't know if she was still limping. Her pace remained slow, but over the following hour, the smoke had inched closer.
Another forty-five minutes, and the smoke was over the next hill. In her excitement and relief, she picked up her pace. It was more a moral benefit than a physical one because she was still moving slowly. She didn't even pay attention to the timepiece on her wrist, as she struggled to climb the hill. Once at the apex of the hill, Samantha saw what she had been working towards. A small … something was layered in the unknown depth of undisturbed precipitation with a pitch black plume of smoke billowing out of an invisible hole.
Samantha, relieved with the sign of civilization, tried to pick up the pace, but there was no measurable increase in speed. The seconds turned to minutes, and she finally reached what appeared to be a small wall. It tripped her, and she fell towards the house. Instead of falling into a deep pile of snow, she landed on hard ground. Someone had cleaned out the majority of the snow and left just a few inches of it behind. Instead of a clean-cut grass yard, this building had a defined space between the structure and the wall Samantha tripped over.
Once she got to her feet, she started walking to find a door to the building. The hut or house … whatever it was - was circular in shape. As she rounded the structure, her eyes fell on a gruesome sight. There were two bodies strewn all around, viscera and other things splayed haphazardly, with odd patches of red or pink here and there. She froze once again. Was whatever attacked these people still around? She didn't know.
Samantha wanted to run away, but this was the only sign of life in over, at least, the three hours she had been conscious. Her survival was dependent on this being a safe harbor in what was quickly looking like an incoming blizzard. In her haste, she was forced to step in several spots of scarlet, but when the buildings wooden entryway came into view, she almost lost her balance from her sudden dash forward.
Samantha had to step over a severed arm and accompanying red circle and through an even darker slush of snow and blood to get to the sturdy door. Once there, the door itself caught her by surprise. It bore the claws of a bear with dried blood in the grooves. She was standing completely still, gently caressing the splintered wood, when the familiar sound of snow crunching reached her ears. Again, Samantha froze but quickly came to her sense and with all her might slammed the door open, stepped through, and slammed it shut. She looked for a lock and quickly found one she could slide over the door.
She turned around, leaned against the door, and prepared for the imminent attack. And she waited. Her eyes were closed, but when a few more seconds passed and nothing happened, she opened them. She sighed in relief when the attack didn't occur and looked around the room. It was full of burners, glass containers, a stove, refrigerator, some kind of crystal-like substance was thrown everywhere, and there was a bed in the corner. On the bed was what looked like bloody snow until it moved. Her eyes focused on the now moving red and white object that started to turn around. When a black nose, the size of a fist, emerged, Samantha knew she was in a locked room with a human blood covered polar bear. When the animal moved, she could see another dead body in the corner, clearly bitten and mauled.
The polar bear had open wounds from his obvious fight with the two people torn to shreds just outside. His eyes were strange, and the roar that rang out of his throat was … strange, to say the least. Samantha turned as quick as lightning and started to unlatch the lock. One second: The bear is screaming like a banshee. Two seconds: The door is open. Three seconds: Samantha runs toward the open door. Four seconds: The polar bear jumps towards Samantha and slaps her across the back. Five seconds: She is jettisoned out through the door, and the red and white death follows. Her plan to trap the bear inside failed.
The massive specimen of polar bear stopped and stared Samantha down. She side eyed the area and only saw an ax. Her foot slightly moved towards the ax when her foot hit something. Next to her foot was the arm she had to step over mere minutes ago. Samantha slowly crouched down and picked up the severed arm. The bear made a low and short growl as she stood back up, man arm in hand. She eyed the ax again and made up her mind.
Her right leg moved up in the direction of the ax, while the left was, hopefully, going to get her there before the bear. If not, she was going to swing the arm like a bat at the real-life monster's head. It couldn't hurt, right? The polar bear jumped into a quick dash unheard of for something weighing around two thousand pounds and sliding at his prey. Samantha tried her best to land a devastating blow, but the arm just seemed to bounce off the bear's face, causing no damage. The bear, in the few seconds he took to slide over the frozen ground, made no discernible change in his expression and just slapped her with a backhand. He was playing with her.
She once again took flight from the strength of the backhand. Instead of landing on the hard ground, she was slapped back at the house. Her back smacked the side of the building, which caused some of the layered snow to fall on top of her. She stayed down, hoping the bear would leave, but soon, a massive paw shot through the thick snow and landed on Samantha's right shoulder. The claws pierced her back before retreating to be replaced by the sharpest teeth filled mouth she had ever seen. She was then pulled out of the snow by the strong jaw that clamped down on her shoulder. Once again, in the air, Samantha twisted and turned until she hit the ground.
Samantha looked at the ground as the bear turned around. She was within reach of the ax and scurried over to it. The bear, not caring what she was doing, stayed back a few yards just watching her. With the weapon in her right hand, she stood up. Her left shoulder was bleeding from the claws and teeth, but she mustered up all her courage and stared down the huge beast. With the ax in her right white knuckled fist, she prepared for the next attack, which the bear just yawned in response. Instead of rushing her again, the bear nonchalantly walked towards her and stopped three feet in front of her.
Now, the bear stood on its hind legs and let out the loudest sound Samantha had ever heard. It caused more snow to slide off the side of the structure. She gulped her heart back down in her chest as the behemoth slowly got back on all fours. It crouched back, like it was building up speed, and then launched itself at the small woman. All four paws left the ground, and the bear took flight towards Samantha. She brought the ax down on the beast's neck and successfully landed a blow, but the bear didn't seem fazed as it collided with Samantha. Its large paws wrapped around her arms, picked her up, and threw her through the air once more. This time, she landed on one of the dismembered bodies.
Trying to crawl off of the body exposed a gun in a holster. It was covered in blood and pieces of meat, but it was clearly a gun. Samantha grabbed at it while the bear continued to slowly approach. The gun felt right in her hand. She flipped the safety on the 9mm and emptied the eighteen rounds at the bear. The first few collided with his head, bouncing off its huge skull and just pissing the bear off. It then got back on its hind legs, and the majority of the rest of the bullets barely passed through the thick hair of the gigantic creature, let alone deep into its flesh. This caused the bear to let out another loud scream, raise its right paw back, and slap Samantha's hand, still clutching the empty gun, completely off her forearm with ease.
Samantha let out a pained scream of her own and looked for the ax she had dropped. It was too far away for her to reach, but she decided to try and dive for it when the bear dove at her again. It didn't take long for the bear to crouch down again. The bear jumped at her, and she jumped towards the ax. She managed to get away from the bear for a moment, but it didn't pause this time. It chose to quickly slide around on the frozen ground and launch right back towards her.
Samantha jumped away again as the bear flew through the air. He swiped his paw at her but missed by mere inches. She landed on all her limbs and slid towards the wall that surrounded the domicile. The bear snarled and started running at her from where it had landed, closer to the building, while the prey made a quick jump over the short wall. She immediately started crawling under the snow in an attempt to get away from the hole that she made.
Samantha couldn't see her stalker. She could only listen as it attacked the wall with all its might, causing the wall to explode outwards. If she had been there, she would have been dead. Then the bear backed off. She froze. Again. Then, a few feet in front of her, the wall exploded out just like the first explosion of energy. She didn't know if the bear knew where she was, but she didn't trust herself to continue to crawl unnoticed. She was glued to the spot. Seconds turned into minutes, and Samantha grew paranoid. Was the beast waiting for her, or was it searching elsewhere for her. She had to know. Her head popped out of the snow. Unfortunately, the bear had been waiting for her. The last thing Samantha saw was the bear's claws heading straight for her head.