Can We Survive I

Can We Survive



Damned in trouble again, my dad is going to be pissed, All I was doing was sitting… atop of the water tower in the center of town. Well I could say, 10 years ago it wasn’t the center of town. The town had grown.

My name is Jacob(Jake) Tinsley I am 16 years old. 5′ 9” tall, I weigh 155 pounds of solid muscle. I am not ugly nor am I handsome. My Mother always said I was ruggedly good looking. I sure miss her, she was killed last year by some black youths (Their words) playing the knockout game. The idea ts to pick an unsuspecting person and hitting them trying to knock the target out with one blow. My Mother was a very fragile person, the blow struck her in the neck and broke it with that one blow. She never regained
consciousness.

My Dad pulled me out of school the next day, Then he quit his job and withdrew all his savings. We were a family of outdoors men (our name) or survivalist (their words). I had a feeling, if the kid didn’t go to prison for a long time…we would be going hunting.

Years ago my parents had purchased some land which had a large cave at the base of a mountain. First we cleaned out the cave and expanded with the help of a bit of dynamite. Then we framed the cave and began to work on our survival home.

All of my summer vacations and holidays were spent at the Cabin. Every vacation time except when my grandparents passed on, was spent there. One of my favorite things was when my dad would blind fold me and take me to a remote area. He would tie me to a tree and leave me. He would time me to see how long it took me to make it back to the Cabin.

The first few times he took my shoes, After that I would tie them around my neck. I felt more comfortable to be bare foot. I could feel my way I had learned to identify different patterns of the ground. I needed no compass, the stars, the trees, the sun and moon even the way the forest smelled was all I needed.

The house had all the amenities but was mainly powered by solar power. The water well was ran by solar also. But what didn’t show was the spring that was in the cave. It formed a small pool and was real sweet water. The house itself was a two bedroom with a den and a work shop garage combo. We had 4 wheelers and motorcycles and bikes in the barn We had a steel door and the windows were bullet proof. And the door frame was steel with our own home made dead bolt made out of 3/4” re-bar.

That was above ground, We had a basement which was larger than the house above. The entrance was a 6′ x 8′ pantry. One set of shelf’s had a hidden latch when tripped opened a door into the rest of the basement We had an underground gasoline storage tank which was about 150′ from the house and an under ground path that opened up near it as one of our escape hatches. There was also one in our barn, and one in our well house.

Our total land was only twenty acres but was surrounded by a National Forest. There were numerous game trails that crossed our land and we only hunted with Compound Bows and cross Bows. Don’t get me wrong we had our complement of guns pistols and rifles with a few shotguns thrown in for good measure. In fact one section of the basement was a solid wall of weapons and shelf’s of ammo. We bought all our guns and ammo in another county.

The cave was filled with supplies we were prepared for the 2nd revolution. After mother died Dad sold our house in town. Dad went out of town and converted the cash to gold coins which would not lose its value. It was nearing the time for the trial of mothers killer. Dad wanted me to hold to a low profile.

And here I sit on the water tower just looking around. I hear sirens, damn I have been spotted. I move over to the ladder and put my feet on the outside of the ladder and slide to the bottom in an instant. Grabbed my mountain bike and was away out of sight before the police arrived. Glad I got away Dad would have been upset if I had been caught. Especially with the trial being close.

Dad never appeared at the trial. I was there every day and sickened by the whole procedures. They made it out that these punks were poor innocent babes. It sounded like they blamed my mother for being there to tempt them. In a nutshell they got off Scott free. I stood on the courthouse steps and just watched and memorizing every feature of the three that had went to trial.

I would not forget them nor would I allow them to get off killing my mother. They were dead and didn’t know it as yet.

The Media was interviewing each one of them… when three shots rang out all three teenagers dropped to the ground with a bullet hole in their fore heads. Justice had been served. I smiled and did a fist pump. The reporters came to me and asked me what I thought I told them it was inevitable, Now Justice has been served . I also told them I sure wouldn’t want to be one of the Jurymen responsible for that gross miscarriage of justice

Soon they had triangulated and determined where the bullets had been fired from.