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Chapter One - Tree House

"Jamey!" Jordan's voice echoes through my ears. I am looking down at my hands, trying to open up a can of Spagettios. "You don't need to open those," her voice says again. "I have some corn already."
I sigh and put the can down. Jordan and I are sitting in the patch of trees just beyond my farm's backyard. My back leans against a tall aspen, and I reach into my ripped jean pocket for my pocket knife.
"Do you want some?" she holds the can out to me.
"Yeah," I take the can and stab my spoon into it. Jordan and I had raided our house for supplies just a few days ago. There is a giant hiking bag with a sleeping bag, thermos, food, and clothes all stuffed inside. We didn't have that much time to grab everything.

"Jamey, you can't take everything with you!"

"I need this one! Its of all of us!"

"Fine, but that's it! Mommy will be turning soon, and unless you want to put her down, I suggest you hurry up!"

"I just need to get more food and Lily."

"You don't need your stuffed animal either."

"Yes I do. You have a sleeping bag and pillow, right?"

"In my orange bag."

"Okay. I have one too, and we might need some cups and silverware."

"Jesus, hurry up."

"I'm trying, okay? I just want to get as many things as possible."

It was all happening so fast. I took a few bites of the canned corn and handed it back to her, "Here."
"You need to eat," she sighs.
"And we need shelter. We can't fend for ourselves every night without sleep."
The last couple nights had been brutal. We had stayed on the floor of the woods, fending for ourselves and trying to stay close to our old home. The only thing that I am blessed for so far is not seeing Mom or Dad coming through the trees.

"We have everything we need. Now, lets go!"

"Okay, just let me grab Lily."

"Hurry! Mom is getting up!"

"Got her."

"Come on!"

"Sky! We're going outside!"

"Right behind you!"

Sky was Jordan's and my older sister. She was 16 years old. Jordan and I waited outside for her, but all we heard was screaming.

"Jordan! Jamey!"

"We're coming, Sky! Hold on!"

"No, Jamey. Stay back, we can't help!"

"We need to try!"

"No! Stop!"

I force myself to blink, to snap out of the memory before I see her body again.
"Do you think we should start moving?" I ask, reaching into the bag for a water bottle. I had grabbed about six bottles before we had to run.
"I think we should," Jordan answers. "We can't stay here forever."
"I know." I unscrew the cap and take a small sip.
"We should go right now." She started to stand up.
"What?" I nearly choke on the water that I have just swallowed.
"Its almost dawn. We could leave right now and be up and out of the town by noon."
"But there might be more Turners in there. What if they are all in the town?" I put the bottle of water back into my bag.
Jordan looks down at the small fire that we had made. She kicks some dirt over it and puts her orange hiking bag on her back. "Then we will fight through it."
I look down at my feet and nod, "Okay."
I grab my black bag. It is a little heavier than my school backpack, but it is still light enough to run with. My bow and arrow are leaning against the tree and I pick up the bow. I put the bag of arrows into the top pouch of my hiking bag so they are easy to reach.
I load the bow and follow Jordan who has already begun to walk through the trees.

"Sky!"

"Jamey! Get back... here."

"Skylar!"

"No! Don't shoot!"

I just remember tears and blood.

"Jamey, get out of there! Close the door!"

"I got it!"

I was choking on words. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breath.

"Hurry, get to the trees! We need shelter!"

"I-I'm coming!"

"Ow," I feel something hit my head. A squirrel is climbing a branch above me and had just dropped a nut from its arms.
"Jamey?" Jordan turns around.
"Yeah?"
"The town is just up ahead," she warns me. "Get your bow ready." She takes out a kitchen knife from her belt and holds it tightly.
We walk up onto the road and slowly head towards the brick buildings. There are a few stranded cars on the road with the passenger and driver doors open. There is one blowing newspaper, just like in the movies.
"Hey," Jordan whispers. "Up here." She is moving towards the one supermarket that is anywhere near our farm. She holds the door handle and I ready my bow. She opens the door and I silently tip toe in, keeping the arrow steady.
The lights are all out, and all seems quiet. Jordan closes the door behind me. I reach into my left pocket and grab a mini flashlight. Jordan does the same. There are tipped over grocery carts and smashed bottles of wine all over the floor.
"Okay," she keeps her voice down. "I'll go get more bottled water. You head for the bread and the Twinkies."
"Really?"
"They last forever."
"You are so lame," I laugh to myself.
We split off and I wander over to the cracker section. There are stacks of granola bars and Cheez-Itz just sitting in the columns. I take my bag off of my back and put it on the ground, grabbing handfuls of the bars and stuffing them inside.
Organize later, I tell myself. You can organize this when we have shelter.
"When" is a long shot. More like a very big "if".
"Jamey!" I hear Jordan's call in whisper form.
"Yeah?"
"Find anything?"
"I've got lots of granola bars and there are Cheez-Itz."
There is a pause. "Any Gold Fish?"
I laugh, "Let me check."
I scan the rest of the shelf with the flashlight. There is one bag left.
"You are so lucky," I whisper. "Have you found anything?"
"Just water and the only glass of wine that isn't broken."
I pack up the rest of the snacks and follow her voice. "We are not getting wine."
"Why not?" she looks offended.
"Because," I have to think for a second. "We just turned 13. There are laws."
"Not anymore," she smiles and holds her hand out.
I reach into my right pocket and grab the pocket knife. There is a spiral opener on it, and she twists it into the top of the bottle. There is a small pop noise and then she puts the opening to her mouth and takes a sip.
She immediately pulls it back with a sour face. "That is disgusting!"
I chuckle, "Told yah."
"Ugh!" She wipes her tongue with her hand.
"Okay, we should get going. There isn't that much in here."
"Get a few more snacks. There isn't another store for 50 or more miles." She stands up and puts her bag on her back.
"You go get it. I need to go check something."
"'kay." She begins to walk towards the snack area. I walk the opposite way, turning into the cooking aisle. I look on the white shelves and find a pack of sugar cookie dough with the Pillsbury Boy on the front.
I grab a box and put it into my bag.
"What are you going?" Jordan is pointing the flashlight on the box as I slide it in.
"If we ever find a nice house that hasn't been destroyed," I shrug, "we could make Momma's sugar cookies."
Jordan looks at me, then to the box. "Jamey," she sighs. "That's a long shot."
"I know, but if-"
"We aren't going to find anywhere," she interrupts me. Her eyes travel to her hands. "This is it. There is nothing else than this."
"Others might have survived. We could search for them."
"I don't know..."
"We are twins, and we have opposite views. I get that, I really do." I stand up, leaving my bag on the floor. "But we can live through this. We have so far."
She smiles, "Mom's sugar cookies would taste really good."
"Yeah," I nod. "They really would."
"Well, then grab a few boxes." She goes over to the shelf and grabs three more. "We will mess up a few times first."
"Okay."

We walk out of the store with a few more pounds on our backs. Our farm lives within a few miles of a mountain range. Looking up, all you see is more land and trees.
"Maybe we could go to the hiking store," I suggest.
"Why?" she asks. "We are about halfway through the town now."
"But we might be able to use it," I look up at the mountains again. "Turners can't climb, and there are lots of high trees in this area. We could build a treehouse or something."
"A treehouse?" she gives me a look like I am insane. "Seriously?"
"I know it sounds crazy," I look up the street. "But we could try it. We won't have a ladder or anything, just a few planks of wood as a floor. That way, we could sleep without worrying of falling off, and the Turners can't get to us."
"I don't know, Jamey. That's really stretching it."
"And so is staying in the forest where they can easily surprise us." I walk up to her and look into her bright blue eyes. "Come on."
"What do we need at the sport store?"
"Climbing rope, harnesses, boots, and bikes."

"There can't be that many Turners here. We live in a small populated area."

"But even one could be the death of us."

"Jamey? Jamey? Jamey!"

"What?"

"Sky's gone, I know. But we need to keep our heads up if we want to live."

"What's the point? They won't stop, not until we are all dead!"

"Jamey-"

"I don't care anymore! First Dad, then Mom, and now Sky! It could be anyone next. The whole town evacuated. Why didn't we?"

"If we had evacuated, we wouldn't be here today. The town could've suffered far worse."

"But we don't know that. They could all be alive and well, somewhere where there is shelter and where there are walls and security. A place where this didn't even happen."

"Or not. You are the optimistic one, not me. So use that side of you and try to think of a better way."

"There is none."

The sport store had treadmills and weights all stacked up onto each other, but now everything is just tipped over and strewn across the floors. We have our flashlights out again. The sport store is much bigger than the supermarket, so I keep my bow ready with the flashlight in my mouth.
"Jamey," Jordan's whisper came from over a few aisles.
I took the flashlight out of my mouth. "What?"
"I've got some climbing rope! I'll grab two sets for both of us."
"Okay. I'll look for bikes!"
I walked along the aisles with the flashlight between my teeth again. There are off road bikes, which would come in handy, but some are locked up. There are three that have been completely taken off. They are now laying on their sides.
I grab the light blue one and leave the light orange one for Jordan. I keep thinking to myself of other things that we could possibly need.
Camelbacks? Bigger bags? Clothing?
Something touches my shoulder and I spin around to see Jordan with her finger still stretched out and her eyes wide.
My heart is going at a thousand miles an hour.
"Oh my God!" I try to breath. "Geez, Jordan, can you be any more quiet?"
"You scared the crap out of me! God."
I take a breath. "Do you want a bigger bag? Maybe add a camelback onto it?"
"Sure."
Jordan and I look through the stock of bags, looking for ones that would be bigger and most helpful. I find one that is perfect for each of us. It has a compartment for a sleeping bag and pillow, plus a lot of pockets for extra supplies.
"That's good. Its not too big either," Jordan agrees.
"Okay, cool. Let's start putting everything inside."
We start to split all of our food equally, putting it into our own organizational way. I reach into my bag and pull out Lily. She is an old sheep stuffed animal. She has a blanket as a body with the name "Jamey" sewed onto the bottom. I wrap her inside the pillow case and put everything together. I grab a hanging camelback on one of the shelves and put it in my bag. I unzip one compartment of my bag so the tube can easily slip through. When I put the bag on my back, it seems lighter than the old one.
"Oh, that is so much better," I sigh with relief.
"No kidding," she smiles, spinning around. "It doesn't make that much noise either. And," she begins to run around me, "we can run with it."
"Yeah. Let's get the bikes and get going."
"Wait," she stops me. "I'm going to check our old bags to see if I left anything."
"Me, too." I search three more times through the bag, and find nothing.
My pocket knife is in the my left pocket, and you can put the bag of arrows on the bike with the bow.
"Ready?" she asks me as we walk out of the store with the bikes.
"Ready."
"Then let's go and find a tree."