Black Bear Diner Casa Grande Novels & Stories

"We didn't know this place was being occupied. We're sorry for trespassing. We were just looking for a place to rest for the night." "Where are your vehicles?" Ryder asks, scanning the parking lot. "We left them closer to the road. The bikes aren't too loud, but they have attracted zombies in the past, so we don't like to let them run anywhere near where we stay for the night." "Don't you worry about leaving your vehicles on the road?" Reese asks. "Anyone could take them. Or at least search them and take your supplies." "We don't exactly have supplies to take at the moment," Bear says, sounding suddenly exhausted. "We finished off the last of our supplies the day before yesterday. "We've man

It’s probably behind the grizzly bear. I didn’t bother to ask why my suitcase would be behind one of the grizzly bears. Obviously, I was supposed to know! The house had a huge reception area, where all the hunting trophies are mounted around the walls. In the far corners are the bears I noticed yesterday. Were they grizzlies? How would I know? If they were grizzlies, then behind one of them, was my suitcase. I decided to retrieve it and not mention the odd location. Vera noticed my hesitation and tried to clarify things.

I was going to put on a damn good show so that my family could finally be safe. Thirty minutes later, Terrence stopped in front of a trendy upscale restaurant called Del Frisco Grille. Matt and I had been a few times when we were dating. It was one of my favorite spots in the city. “Ms. Taylor, the bear should be arriving in a few moments. Please don’t open the door or roll down the window while we wait.” I looked around the busy street for Drew but knew that I wouldn’t see him. He wouldn’t show himself so easily. Terrence eventually got out of the car and came around to open the door for me.

Side by side, we completely steal the street spotlight, looking like two young stars casually strutting through a movie set lit by neon signs and flickering streetlights. A couple hundred feet down the mud road, Hailee lights up and points his finger toward a warm glow. "That is it! My family diner, right there across the alley." My eyes follow his arm to a cheerful, glowing wooden sign that proudly reads Bello’s Comfort Meat Eats in bold block letters. Squeezed tight between two neighboring weapons shops, the little diner gives off an inviting, cozy warmth. The delicious smell of roasting deer meat wafts right into the dirt street, and through the clean glass windows, I spot a bustling crow