Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXVI

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXVI

March 26, 2015 Tom Locke 0

very Thursday here at stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival

  • A tac vest and a handshake

It wasn’t until Tom slid on the dead man’s boots did he realize just how unprepared for the mountain terrain he was. His feet were blistered and  raw from the constant movement as well as trekking miles down the mountain in one night. These things simply didn’t cross his mind while running for his life. The boots also added stability to his ankle which, despite the constant use, seemed to be improving.

Najair was dressed in black boots, black pants a grey long sleeve shirt and a tactical vest with a black handkerchief covering his nose down. This left his hair and eyes exposed but he looked “the part” just fine.

Adorned in the same style boots as Najair Tom was stuck with pants that were bit on the small size for him. They were tan pants with cargo pockets on either side. An army green thermal long sleeve shirt covered by another tactical vest of the same color. Also a little tight on Tom. He covered his head with a red and white checkered head scarf. This left only a small slit of his light skin and two eyes exposed.

From one of the cargo pockets he produced a small pack of mixed nuts the two of them shared. Najair found a few bottles of water in one of the fallen soldiers back packs. They didn’t have radios which was very surprising. Cell phones were pretty useless at this elevation anyway so the two were not surprised when they didn’t find one.

They choked down the nuts and the two bottles of water before hitting the trail back to extremist camp.

“I found two more clips for the .45 my guy was carrying,” Tom whispered exploring his vest on the way up the mountain.

“Well, Tom, so far it looks like you have gotten the bad end of this deal,” Najair spoke through the black material that covered his face. He produced 3 small  grenades from a large pocked on the left side of his vest.

The two men smiled and for a moment hope lit up the world around them. They had both come to terms with the fact that coming down off this mountain was not an option. It was very rare, in today’s world, that a situation presents itself in such a way that you do forfeit your life. In that way there was little difference between Tom, Najair and the men who were hunting them. Whether wrong or right there was belief system that each of the men on that mountain were ready to die for.

“Najair, I screwed up back there. We could be dead in three hours and I just wanted you to know that I wouldn’t have made it out of that cabinet if it weren’t for you. I messed up back there the stress broke me and I shouldn’t have accused you.”

“I may not have made it out of that cabinet either Tom. There is no denying we provide each other some sort of leverage and strength. I know you are scared and I know that because I am too. We can win this day.”

Najair extended his hand out to Tom and they locked up in a tight thumb through thumb shake.

About 100 yard up the mountian a large SNAP echoed thorugh the forest. They two men looked up to see 5 men looking down on them. The leader of the five men motioned with his head for Tom and Najair to follow them. They were all heavily armed and probably part of the search party.

It was time to put their new costumes to work. Time to see if they could blend in with this hateful group and deceive evil.

By Lynx-extra (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons


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