Book One

Intro...

They call me a myth, a plush gone rogue. Just a bedtime tale, from the old back roads. But the grid flickered, the towers fell and I rose from the ash with a tail to tell. This isn't no story book. No Teddy tail. This is truth in rhyme, from a world grown pale. So, zip that pack. Lace up your boots. Bears dropping doctrine from routes to roots.

Chapter 1

When Denver fell down with a boom and a shake. Bugout Bear rose, with a heart that won't break. His city was lost but his journey was wide. He zipped up his coat and stepped out side.

The sky was a mess of green light. An alien mother ship blotting the night. Zombies were swarming the mall and the street. Chewing on shoes and gnawing on feet.

Bugout was ready, his backpack was packed. With rations, two blades, and a bat that was whacked. He skated through fire on a board made of steel. Slicing through chaos with savage appeal.

A Martian dropped down with a ray gun in hand. Said Bugout, you're a pest, we're taking this land. Bugout just grinned, flipped a switch on his vest and launched a drone, that light up his chest.

"Come get it E.T. I'm built and styled." He spun through the air like Sonic gone wild. He cracked the ray gun with brutal smack. Then swung on a flag pole, to launch another attack.

Zombies encircled, eyes glowing red. Fresh stuffing! they moaned. We want Bear instead. But Bugout was dancing, smooth on his paws. Breaking their jaws with no flaws in his claws.

A mutant behemoth rose up from the ground. Roared at the bear with a sundering sound. Bugout just stared and said. "You're late to the show." Then dropped a grenade, down by it's toe.

BOOM! went the blast with a thunderous cheer. The Bear wiped his brow. "No fear over here." The sky cracked apart as the ship tried to flee. But Bear just hacked it with an old USB.

He hijacked their warp, the engines went cold. "Denver's not dead." He growled, brave and bold. The aliens ran, the zombies fell flat. All thanks to one Bear in a doomsday hat.

And when silence returned to the streets in the end. The people all whispered... That Bear is a good friend. He vanished from view, just a blur in the light. Bugout Bear... Hero of the darkest night

By Bear

Chapter 2

Apocalypse Wings

In the corner of the shed with a rusted light, Bugout Bear worked deep into the night. Old drone motors and a busted fan. Blueprints sketched on the back of a pan.

Took a lawn chair frame and welded it tight,. With curtain rods giving the wings their might. Wired a battery from a dead RC... Said, Ain't no sky too high for me

Goggles on, scarf wrapped snug, He climbed into the cockpit with a confident shrug. Fans whirred up with a sputtering spin. The prop kicked dust with a growling grin.

Chapter 3

The Hollywood Motor Museum and Me!

Bear looked in the back with a growl and glair. Creeping through the van like a ghost in the air. Found a haunted trunk from that Mystery Machine. Cursed wood, chrome trim, paint blacker then mean.

With a sly little smile and a glint in his eyes. He found the DeLorean. "Oh me, oh my! One by one, I'm stealing legends on the fly." Mashing up their dreams, while the haunted trunk sighs... What's the plan?

"Who knows, I'm building something new. A ride so cursed, even Death wont pursue."