America Falls (Book 3): Cold Comfort by Medbury Scott

Author:Medbury, Scott [Medbury, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Dystopian
Published: 2018-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

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The next few days were full of routine for all of us. Luke began work in the mines and seemed to thrive on the physical activity. Every evening when we met in the rec room they would report what they had managed to stash for our planned escape. It seemed to be going well.

They had squirrelled enough butter knives for everyone and Luke had managed to smuggle a small lump of granite into the room. After lights out, he had been busily using it as a whetstone to sharpen the blades of the dull knives. That wasn’t all he managed to smuggle out.

The third night after he began work in the mines, Luke pulled me into the alcove of the rec room. He was walking with a slight limp, and when he sat down next to me he had his leg stuck out at an odd angle; he appeared to be unable to bend his knee. My hopes suddenly crashed. We all needed to be fit and ready to run if this thing was to have even a hope of succeeding.

“What happened, how bad is it?” I asked, already working through scenarios for dealing with a lame Luke.

A secretive look passed over his face. When he was sure no one was looking he snatched my hand and pushed it onto his upper thigh.

“Dude what the Hell…?” I snatched my hand away when I felt a hard, thick object under the material of his pants leg. He cracked up laughing, amused to the point where he fell back in hysterics.

“Don’t worry man,” he said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I don’t have a woody for you… it’s a woody for me.”

“What?”

He waited until the few people who had looked around at his laughter went back to their business before he put his hand on his leg. He smoothed the material so that I could see the shape clearly. It was a shaft about two foot long and about an inch and a half in diameter. When he took his hands away, I could barely make it out.

“It’s the handle of one of the makeshift picks we use when we mine. It’s like a broom handle but a bit sturdier. It broke while I was mining, so I stashed it when the guards weren’t looking. I was going to hide it in my mattress, but I didn’t have a chance after work. Anyway, it was so worth the discomfort to see the look on your face!”

“I’m glad I was able to amuse you,” I said sarcastically. “What do you think you are going to do with a broom handle? Sweep the Professor’s men off their feet?”

“Not exactly. I’m going to make an Assegai.”

I saw the weapons trivia king looking at me, waiting for me to ask.

“Okay Luke…enlighten me. An Ass what?”

He laughed, looking pleased with himself. “Glad you asked. It’s a Zulu weapon. A short stabbing spear. The Zulu used them in close quarters fighting. It’ll be ideal for the corridors in here if we have to fight our way out.

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