Free Surviving Day By Day (Book 1): So it Begins by Audra Allensworth Page B

think you’d own the whole mountain.”
    Finishing his meal he got up, poured water over the spoon and wiped it off with a paper towel , packing everything back in the truck.
    Stepping away he snapped his fingers. Tonto stopped and turned to him and Alden pointed to his own feet. Tonto trotted over to him. “Let ’ s take a hike I need to stretch my legs but you need to stay right with me. I don’t expect any trouble but then again, I didn’t expect there to be any trouble over there in Pakistan the night I went for a short walk. ”
    His mind wander ed back a few years , as he remembered when some foolish terrorists had targeted him for a kidnapping. He walked less than 3 clicks from their camp when two jumped out from behind some rocks. They had the hood on him before he knew it. But blinding him and not binding him was their first mistake. Alden bent over as they pulled the hood on making them believe he was scared, when in fact he was pulling the 14inch survival knife from its leg sheath. As they jerked him up he swung fast ; even blinded he knew from the blood on h is hands he had caught the first across his throat. Alden turned and spun grabbing the second man ’ s arm twisting it he pulled him to the ground and stabbed him in what he thought was his back.
    His free hand pulled the hood off just in time to see the sandals of the other three terrorists coming to the aide of their comrade. Alden rolled to his right barely noticing that it wasn’t the man’s back but rather his face Alden had repeatedly stabbed. As the three approached he grabbed a hand full of sand and threw it the face of the closet one, then jumping to his feet he round kicked the second and drove the knife directly into the chest of the third.
    Alden grabbed the first and with one quick move snapped his neck. The last one lay on the ground trying to pull out a pistol ; he was struggling to breathe from where the Alden had hit his chest. The bright red blood coming from his lips told Alden he had smashed a couple of ribs. Alden Kicked him square on his jaw hearing the sickening crunch as it broke into several pieces and the terrorists head snapped back. Alden’s final move was a simple stomp on the man’s throat crushing his windpipe.
    The sound of rocks tumbling brought him back to the present. Alden had realized he’d walked out of sight of the truck and Tonto had turned back that way and was growling. Alden pulled the 45 from it’s holster and started to move swiftly but quietly back to the truck. It took about ten minutes but as they came back around the mountain he could see what Tonto had heard and smelled. Deadheads, trying to climb over the top of the cliff, But they were causing their own problems clawing over each other they seemed to disappear then climb back up again. Each one pulling the other back down, Alden laughed at this site, “ Look at them dumb asses, good thing they can’t think or act as a team.”
    Walking over he waited till one of them put his head over the edge then Alden gave it a swift boot to the face and watched as it fell backwards and tumbled down the mountain. There were four total and he repeated it for each one. Looking at Tonto as he motioned him to get in the truck he laughed, “You know what’s sad , boy. If they don’t break their stupid heads open on the way down, the only thing they’ll be able to do is crawl, if that. ”
    Getting back in he looked to Tonto, “Ya know boy, a warning bark might have been nice a little sooner. I just thank the Goddess and Gods that the rocks came down and your ears perked up.”
    Rubbing Tonto’s head the dog just shook and then jumped into the cab laying down on his blanket. As Alden drove down the mountain the road switched back several times. At the first switchback on the side were two of the deadheads Alden had kicked off the cliff. They were struggling to even move. On e was trying to push with its broken feet , its legs turned completely around in a