There is a bear hunt

When the chocolate inhaling fat kid turns up dead, half eaten by a rouge cinnamon teddy bear mutated from chem trails the boss sends out a hunting party. You are handed a rifle as are twelve other volunteers. Some of them teenage and whooping drunkenly. You end up getting shot by one of the teens who is spinning his gun like nunchakus with the safety off. He drops the gun and it goes off. The top third of your head vaporizes into a red spray laced with lead.

The End