The Bear's Wave

Summary

The blizzard had turned the world into a ghost, and I was shooting the breeze with my colleague over the walkie-talkie to kill time. Through the thick, swirling snow, I saw a figure by a car, waving at me. A resident, I figured.

I was about to head over, ready to score some points for the property management.

Then, my colleague’s voice crackled urgently from the radio.

“Sam, don’t go!”

“The main roads are all closed. Who’d be trying to drive in this?”

“That’s a bear wave!”