Like I've said before it's interesting how many of the stories are to do with urban survival. Despite all the learning we do about surviving in the
wild - the urban environment seems to hold one of the worst risks - man.
In supplement to learning wilderness survival we should not forget urban skills - escape and evasion, urban climbing, lock picking, unarmed combat.
Well my story's one of those...
At the end of a night out when I was about eighteen, we ended up in one of the take-aways in town which was the norm. My friend was good friends with
the owner and they would often playfully argue with one-another, but sometimes, to an outsider it could have sounded more serious than it was.
This was one of those nights.
A group of men overheard the "arguing" and decided to get themselves involved. All hell broke loose - chairs flying everywhere, and as a very
inexperienced and downright scared teenager I tried to stay out of it, which was fine until my friend grabbed a kitchen knife from over he counter and
started waving it around at everyone like an idiot. People started shouting "he's got a knife!" and it got worse. The knife ended up on the
floor. My "friend" ran outside and jumped in the car and everyone drove off without me! Friends. The men were still really pissed off and their
attention turned to me. One of them grabbed the knife and tried to seperate the two halves of my brain. I dodged - blocked - and the knife broke in
two as it slammed into the wall next to my head. I shoved my attacker into the servery and fled upstairs to the toilets, locked the door, climbed out
of the window and... leapt! Whack! I crashed onto the flat roof the next floor down jumped the next one and started running as soon as my feet hit
the ground. They saw me and started giving chase, determined to have blood - but fuelled by adrenalin I was like a rocket and several alleyway
sprints later I was on safe territory. Heart thumping.
No need to say that my so called "friends" had a bloody good roasting.
But at least I didn't end up on a surgeon's table or worse.
That was one of the things that inspired me to the more urban skills that I mentioned.
These days I'm a bit more adept at all of them, the main change I made was to learn a good (non-sporting) martial art and am still persuing the other
Though that situation was caused by my stupid friend taking things too far, I think that when the shtf we will find ourselves in many situations like
this as tempers run high - people will be our worst enemies.
Take care of yourselves and your loved ones.
Learn the most appropriate skills to do the job.
[edit on 13-9-2009 by Stanton Dowd]