Into The Wild: A Short Story

April 3, 1932. Here I sat, with pointless ambition, in my nook staring out at the prairie. Spring was well under way. The trees were starting to produce plumb and delicious fruit. Everywhere you look you can see the flowers began their blooming. Vivid colors of reds, blues, pinks, and violets spread all across the horizon. Rare birds zipped this way and that all day long. A dusty red coyote mother was attempting to teach her seven wild and rambunctious pups to hunt, but they paid her little attention whatsoever. They were fresh out of hibernation, so they had a tenacious energy that needed to be burned. She was about to discipline them, but stopped and stared as if she was amused by their antics. All was good in the world. Except me, i

I knew the police would eventually gonna come. I always kept a silver and black pistol on the table near the nook and a travel bag prepared with food a supplies. I say them park a distance away. Thirty officers in black suits crept to my front porch. They all carried high powered M1 Garand rifles. The house, however, had a secret. The house had hidden tunnels that traveled in hundred’s of miles in each direction. Lead officer Joe came to the door and said, “ Alright Carter we know what you have done. We know you are in there. Make this easy for both of us and come out not.” I knew i had less than 2 mins before my solid oak door would be kick down to smithereens. I ransacked the living room to make it seem like a herd of wild mustangs ran through it. I tossed the rug, slided back the hinges of the trap door, and opened it. I tossed the bag and the gun down the hole. Once I was sure about the way my house looked I slide in the hole and closed the door. Right at that second a blast went off and my door was kicked open showering wood splinters everywhere. My entire house was surrounded, but to them it seem as if i disappeared. Little did they know i was underground. They brought the K9 unit in to find my scent. The dogs frequently hit the trapdoor. Once Joe noticed it he kicked the door and heard a metal tang. He found the door. When I emerged from the tunnels I realized that I was a short distance away from my