As they walk, the wind starts to blow. It's soft - the walkers barely notice it.
But not the bear.
The bear sniffs, some unfamiliar scents playing along the wind toward it. Confused, it turns towards the group, seeing them for the first time. It licks its large, hairy chops and lets out a mutated, terrifying roar and begins running for them.
Delte wonders why they don't try opening the door