“Smell you later mum.”
And left for the golf club. Now if I knew that this was going to be the last time I spoke to my mum I would have thought of something better than ‘smell you later mum’ to say to her.
When I got to the golf club I saw Jim standing outside
“Where’s your new clubs?” Jim asked.
“In my pocket.” I replied
“Say wha?” asked Jim who by this stage was totally puzzled.
I took out the card and showed him it. We went inside to reception and I gave the man the little card he said he wasn’t a senior member of staff and he would have to get Isaac Harding himself. Isaac came out and said,
“Ahh William I’ve been expecting you. Why don’t you and your friend come on down to the old Air Raid Shelter where we keep all are stock.” Isaac said from across the hall.
“O.K” I replied.
So Jim and I followed Isaac down the long creepy hallway to a door, which looked like it came from a haunted house. He opened the large door, which creaked really loudly and made me jump. We went down about forty foot into the dark smelly Air Raid Shelter.
I was trying out my new clubs on the practice net in the shelter, Jim was watching, and Isaac was fixing some shelves up when all of a sudden there was a loud whooshing sound and then…
…the ground shook vigorously as I swung my six iron back and accidentally hit the ball which pinged off three walls before hitting the shelves behind Isaac knocking them down on top of him making a horrible crunch sound. At that point Jim and I started panicking.
We decided to go up the stairs to see if we could find any one but all we found were a load of bone and ashes. Jim asked me,
“Did we not learn in school about this, it’s a nuclear explosion or something like that, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” I replied “I don’t listen in class.”
Anyway we walked about for a couple of hours until we came across a man calling,
“HELP!!” at the top of his lungs.
The sight of the man with no legs made me sick. The man howled a loud,
“AHHHHHH!” before dieing.
We walked another few miles then Jim asked,
“Can we take rest or try and find some food and water as I am not felling so good, my head hurts and I’m felling queasy?”
“We can take a rest but we haven’t had any luck finding food or water so far so I don’t think we will find any now.” I told him.
Just then I saw an island across the water about thirty meters away, it had a pineapple tree on it but one problem was that we couldn’t get to it with out a boat.
“Why don’t we carve a boat out of that log over there, just a small canoe type boat to paddle over in.” suggested Jim.
“What makes you think that that can be done?” I asked.
“We learnt about the native Americans doing it in history class last week! You spoon! You know I don’t see why you just don’t listen in class because some of the stuff you learn might actually be useful some day!” Jim exclaimed.
We found some sharp rocks and got to work on the log. Then I started to think what we would use for a paddle? How would we get the food over? Where would we keep the pineapples? If we were to keep them all on the island away from anyone who is still living how would we both get over?
My worries were then just over because amongst a pile of rubble over the road was a bowl shaped rock and a pile of rope. Was it coincidence or was it sent from the heavens? We could use the bowl shaped rock to paddle with and the rope to pull the canoe back and forth. Jim agreed with my plan. I was to paddle over then he would pull the canoe over with his line, get in and I would pull him over with my line. So once we had finished the canoe I paddled over but it took ages because it was not as easy as I thought. It was great we were both over on the island eating the pineapples and it was quenching our thirst at the same time. When Jim just came off with,
“We can’t stay here forever, the island is small when the tide comes in it will cover most of the land we may get away with a small bit of dry land at a normal tide but come highest high tide the entire island will be covered. We might as well face it William we’re doomed.”
So I told him,
“Get a grip Jim all we have to do is send me back over to the other side and I will load the canoe with wood and rope and we will build a tree house to live in, therefore we will stay dry and the food will be at reach. Unless you have any better ideas?”
At that point Jim decided to give my idea a go because my last idea worked out.
So the next morning we started working on the tree house it took five hours to find enough wood and the rope was easy to get as there was still a big pile of it were we got some the day before. After fifty odd loads back and forth we finally had enough materials to build it. We got started right away but we only got a small bit of it done before it got dark. The next day we finished it off. It wasn’t that big but it would do for now. Jim said we couldn’t sleep in it for a night or two just to see if it would stay standing over night or not. It was pretty sturdy so I didn’t expect it to fall down anyway.
When we woke up the next morning I was still standing but it was a bit wet inside so I went back to the mainland and got some plastic sheets and we lay them down on top of the tree house and put bricks on top to hold them down. That night we slept in our tree house and it felt like it was the best nights sleep I had ever had.
Within the next few years’ trees grew on nearby islands so we had more to eat. There were banana trees, apple trees, orange trees and pear trees. The people who survived the bomb started to rebuild the city and bring it back to life, they asked Jim and I to come and help build and in return they would look after us but we said we were fine where we where.
So this is me now living in a tree house that Jim and I built four years ago.
