Nathan Jones - Shortage

It would take them all the way to the hillside over the highway alongside the lake, where they could have a good view of most of it and see if anyone was around. Trev also brought his fishing gear just to try out the deeper water off the dam.

It was a bit of a hike, which felt good after being cooped up in the lean-to or sticking to the same patrol routes around their home. Trev watched his cousin’s stride as they got farther along to see how his leg was doing, but if Lewis’s injuries were still bothering him he showed no sign of it. Moving at a reasonably fast pace they reached the lake in under two hours and settled in behind cover to carefully search the area.

After about fifteen minutes Trev stood and gave his cousin a lopsided smile as he lifted his fishing pole. “Cover me, I’m going in.”

Lewis chuckled. “An ounce of prevention is worth an ounce of lead.” But he also stood and joined Trev as they followed the dirt road the rest of the way to the highway, where it was closed off by a sturdy metal gate.

Neither of them had the key for it, although they knew the people the land belonged to and had gotten their permission to walk along the road to where it ran through their stretch of land farther south. It was a family living somewhere in the eastern states who sometimes came for camping trips and to boat on the lake and ride around their roads on ATVs. Trev had never talked to them, or for that matter seen them using their land. He doubted he ever would at this point, although life was full of surprises.

While he planted himself on the edge of the lake and tried his luck his cousin roamed the road looking for solar powered signs. They were mostly for things like construction warnings or to show the speed of passing cars, and Trev had to agree that they wouldn’t be seeing much use now and would just go to waste if left there to rot.

An hour or so passed, and if the fish were there they certainly weren’t biting. On the other hand when Lewis came back he was awkwardly carrying several bulky panels, and the cloth bag he’d brought was hanging from one elbow weighted down with the small batteries the signs used. “Well at least one of us was successful,” he said, glancing at Trev’s empty pole and bare hands.

Trev nodded and reached over to take a few of the panels. “Should we go back and have the second meal of our “feast?”

His cousin nodded and started for the logging road with his prizes. “Enjoy it. It may seem like one of our moms’ best laid tables from when we were younger by the time the spring thaws come.”

“We’ve got food for months!” Trev protested.

“Winter lasts a long time up here.”

That was unfortunately true, but Trev was still confident in the provisions they’d gathered. Although another fish would’ve been nice. He picked up his pace to walk beside his cousin.

They all knew they should exercise restraint with the food they had, which would have to last them all winter, but his mom insisted that after going hungry for so long it couldn’t hurt to eat extra for one meal. Discounting the meals yesterday that had been larger than was strictly wise.

Matt couldn’t complain. They had steaks traded from the town’s meat supply, mashed potatoes smothered in olive oil, and pancakes dipped in honey for their meal, with the promise of dessert later once the meal had settled. He didn’t know that he’d ever had anything half as delicious in his life, and although he didn’t go overboard he did eat until he was content for the first time in a long, long time.

The good food was enough to have everyone’s spirits as high as he’d seen them since returning home with April’s family, and once Matt had finished his own portion he sat back to enjoy watching everyone else eat. Sam finished soon after and scooted her chair closer to his to hold his hand.

Once the meal was done they went out. Catherine had organized informal touch football games in the town park, and although Matt had always been more into basketball he was happy to take part. His team lost to a scrappy refugee team led by Ben, but he still considered it a victory because the game remained friendly to the end, aside from a few minor disagreements about rules and ref calls that weren’t too out of place in these sorts of pick-up games.

Matt was embarrassed but pleased when Sam joined Tamara Raymond and a few others in cheering on his team, and he endured a bit of goodnatured ribbing when she ran up and kissed him as his team was coming off the field after the enemy team scored the winning point. Tam pulled him aside to teasingly ask him when the marriage proposal was coming, and when Matt took a bit too long to answer, caught off guard by the question and worried Sam might have overheard it, she gave him a delighted look and made the “these lips are sealed” gesture.

He held Sam’s hand as they made their way over to a few water coolers the Mayor had set up, and was pleasantly surprised to find that she’d splurged and they were filled with various powdered drinks. Normally he didn’t like the gritty taste of those drinks, but this time he very much enjoyed his cupful. He and Sam hurried over to where the rest of the family had been watching and chatting with the Watsons and a few others to make sure they got some, especially his nephews, who nearly danced in excitement at the treat.

After a few hours of socializing they returned home to enjoy each other’s company, with Sam constantly urging them to have the dessert she’d helped make. They probably would have migrated back to the dining room from the living room if Matt hadn’t stood and cleared his throat. Now was probably the best time for this.

“I have something important I want to talk about,” he said soberly.

Everyone paused in getting up from their seats to give him worried looks. “Is there a problem?” April asked.

“A solution, actually. I’ve been worried about how we’d handle winter in this house and I’ve come up with an idea. I think we should move to Lewis and Trev’s shelter north of town.”

There was only a short silence as everyone stared at him in surprise before his mom spoke up. “You’ve got to be kidding. That dank underground bunker?”

“Not so dank,” Matt said with a slight smile. “Lewis carefully waterproofed it, and on top of that it has vents on the roof topped with wind-powered suction turbines to keep the air fresh, which can also be plugged with insulated caps when it gets really cold. In fact, the shelter suits our needs better than the house in just about every way.”

Sam looked doubtful but was nodding in support, while everyone else aside from his slightly bored and fidgeting nephews were exchanging glances. “We’re listening,” his dad said. “Sell us.”

Matt’s smile widened. “This isn’t some used car in an economy where the price of gas is skyrocketing. The shelter practically sells itself. As Mom pointed out it’s underground, which means it’s better insulated than any house in town. It has a wood burning stove capable of heating the entire area and a gigantic woodpile a short walk away. Lewis installed a septic system with a drainage field that should work indefinitely, so we’ll have a working indoor toilet. The bathroom is closed off from the rest of the room and can be well ventilated as well, and the stovepipe goes right over it to keep it heated.

“There’s also a buried water tank on the hill above the shelter that gravity feeds a shower in the bathroom and a sink in the food preparation area. As I understand it’s still mostly full, but it can be refilled with some effort if need be. The living area has a dozen cots which Ferris didn’t bother to take, along with a lot of other stuff that was either part of the structure or wasn’t immediately useful to him like the food and solar panels were. That means pretty comfortable furniture and some extra blankets and cold weather gear. If we had a source of power we’d have working lights and plenty of entertainment too, but we’ll do without.”