January 24, 1976
It's odd to think that the first pages of this diary may very well be its last. I am currently writing this while sitting in a cave, hiding away from an unrelenting blizzard that's been going strong for about five hours now. You might be asking yourself, "Wow, could this possibly get any more cozy?", and the answer is yes! There is a fluffy ol' grizzly bear hibernating on the other side of the cave, keeping me company! I don't think it heard me enter the cave. How could it? The howling of the wind is deafening. That being said, it's astonishing how the bear has managed to remain impervious to it. I guess it's true that they're in a state of deep sleep whilst hibeArnating. Heh, mother always said it's important to have a sense of humor when times are tough! Anyhow, I suppose it's time for introductions, in the horrible case that somebody finds this diary next to my dead body, be it frozen or in the form of bear crap. My name is Elliot Johnson, I am 23 years old, I live in Montrose, CO, and work part-time at a cruddy old burger joint.
With that out of the way, you're probably dying to know how I got in this situation in the first place. Well, I guess you could say that this was just a camping trip gone wrong. There w̶e̶r̶e̶ are four of us; me, Harry, Amy, and Cindy. Around mid-December we had the idea to go on a camping trip, and Cindy suggested we go to Yellowstone. Long story short, we agreed on it, and after lots of boring preparations, we arrived here on January 20th. The first three days went just about how you'd expect; booze, pot, sex, and reminiscing about our old days in high school; a good time all around. In the early hours of today's morning however, things started to go south, when unbeknownst to us, Harry had taken a tab of acid. We kept him company for a while, but eventually got bored and succumbed to sleep, leaving him to his own devices. It was stupid. Careless. Harry w̶a̶s̶ is fairly experienced with taking drugs, so we thought he'd be just fine by himself, but when we awoke a few hours later, he was nowhere to be seen. There has been a heavy snowfall since yesterday afternoon, so we immediately decided to go out and search for him, before the weather got any worse. Continuing the trend of stupidity however, we thought that splitting up was a good idea.
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A low grumbling sound just emanated from the other end of the cave. I'm gonna keep this short so as to keep any noises to a minimum.
An hour or so into the search, the snowfall quickly turned into a blizzard unlike any I've seen before. It made it impossible to see or hear anything, and so me, Amy and Cindy got separated and lost. I hope they found shelter... Anyhow, eventually I managed to stumble onto this cave and have been staying here for about three hours now. Reckless as this is, being out in the blizzard would surely be a death sentence, but as long as I don't make any loud noises, the bear won't know any better.
I had to briefly go outside to relieve myself. Ironically, as I was making my way back to the cave, I managed to slip and shatter my glasses. If that didn't wake the beast, then surely the pounding of my heart will do the trick. Dumb luck aside, I caught a glimpse of a deer while watering a nearby tree! Maybe this means that the blizzard is dissipating?
Final entry for now. The bastard that was peeping on me burst into the cave and caused a ruckus before running out upon spotting me. Unfortunately, I think that was enough for the bear, as I heard a long yawn and movement coming from the other side. I pray that this damn snow storm goes away before the bear decides to go out looking for a meal.