What follows is just one part of an ongoing survival fiction series written by John Rourke and has been published on Amazon. It is being made available here for free. A new entry is published every day. The story is written in a daily journal format.
July 18th Tree houses aren’t just for kids…….
With the shooting yesterday folks are on edge. Depression has set in for many in the community. Life has changed so much and these people just never….and I mean NEVER thought that anything like this would ever happen. Concerns and frustrations were often limited to which outfit to wear and where to go out to eat this weekend.
Not any more.
Jessie is doing well with the kids. Activities and education are keeping them occupied. I continue to charge these small DVD players every so often and a couple times a week the kids have “Movie Night”. They even pop some pop corn once in a while.
The Security Team met this afternoon and we discussed methods to get a better view around the neighborhood. We have wood from the incomplete housing sites. It was decided to build a few elevated towers throughout the neighborhood. By getting some eyes up in the air it will be easier to monitor what is going on not just in the neighborhood – but around it.
I backed the idea but warned that those in the towers would be working a very high risk assignment, which Ryan agreed. They likely could come under sniper fire from a good distance. Part of the fabrication details was to try to provide some resistance to high power rifles in the main section of the tower. I suggested that there may be a way to add some additional viewing via tree houses. I told them that with the right tree a platform could be built in the middle of the tree and the post could be camouflaged. They agreed and planned to build half as towers and half in trees.
It’s a start.
I caught M crying today. I asked her what was wrong and she said she just was upset about the changes in her life. She is living in a strange place – no friends, no family. She planned her trip to the reunion and everything has been turned upside down. I tried to comfort her and told her that I was there for her. I told her – and maybe this was harsh – but the fact was that it is what it is. I told her that I am sure she will make friends here but with the world the way it is survival was the #1 priority. She looked at me like I said something wrong and said she thought I would be more compassionate. I asked her if she wanted me to lie and she said no. I hugged her and told her she had me for as long as she wanted. She said she didn’t want me to get the wrong idea and that she was very glad to be with me.
I don’t think I did a very good job.
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