Another entry in a micro flash fiction contest. Horror is probably not my strong suit...
Mike was always warned off solo hiking, but he never worried, as he figured his height and broad-shouldered frame made him an unlikely choice for a cougar, and the bear bells and spray he carried would be enough for bears. He had made it to the top of Mount Jackson and took in the gorgeous view. He would never return. Or, at least not in his original form. Once the Infiltrators had stripped him of his organs, they had enough heat to fuel their journey into town to continue their work...
