Animal Kingdom (3 page)

The lions were on him in seconds.

As a single unit, the muscled predators pounced, pinning the chef to the floor with their huge round paws. The male lion was the first to draw blood, tearing off a chunk of stringy flesh from the chef’s neck with its powerful jaws. A torrent of steaming blood arced high into the air and spattered his grubby white tunic.

At least Danny will be safe,
Joe thought to himself through the growing haziness of his fear-soaked mind.
Even if his father gets eaten by a lion. Little bit of therapy and he’ll be fine.

Joe swallowed.

He watched the ensuing chaos and finally lost all feeling – from each of his fingertips to all ten of his toes. He could no longer think in a straight line, the adrenaline dissipating through his body sending him into a dazed void of inaction. One-by-one, the members of the group were taken down by the lions, bitten and mauled like ragdolls. It would not be long until Joe’s turn was next, the three or four people in front of him his only protection. He stared the male lion in its amber-flecked eyes and was met with a rumbling growl from its gore-encrusted mouth.

The people in front of Joe fell quickly, kicking out and fighting with every ounce of spirit they had left, but dying anyway, right at his feet. He stood motionless and unable to help them – a helpless voyeur of their human tragedy.

One by one, people screamed and then went silent.

Eventually, Joe’s turn to join them arrived. The lions snarled. The lions pounced.

Unseen hands pulled Joe backwards. He fell hard onto his side, the impact stealing his breath away. It was a full moment later, when the vision-stars cleared, that he found himself lying in a cramped corridor. Other people piled in through a nearby door, pushing and heaving through the narrow gap, while further beyond there came cries of agony from those unlucky enough not to make it through.

A hand grabbed Joe around the shoulder. When he looked up, he saw that it belonged to the grey-haired curator. Joe got to his feet with difficulty, still struggling for breath. “Where’s…my…son?”

“
Over there.” The curator pointed to a bench against the wall. Danny sat there, safe, yet clearly scared if the sickly pallor of his usually rosy cheeks was anything to go by. Joe’s lungs deflated as the stress and terror finally fled the rigid fibres of his body. His son was unharmed. He could relax.

“
We have to get that door locked back up,” the curator asserted. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it locked behind me while you were out there.”

“
Forget about it,” Joe said. “There’re people still out there though. We have to help them.”

“
We cannot. You’ve already helped as many as you can, and if we don’t get that door secured, right now, then none of us will be safe.”

Joe knew the logic was correct, but it didn’t make the decision any easier. He thought about Danny’s safety and made up his mind. “Okay. Let’s get it closed.”

Joe and the curator rushed over to the thick wooden door and pushed against it, shoving back the half-score of desperate people behind it. There were agonised pleas for help, begging that the door not be closed, but there was no hope in saving them all – or any of them now. In fact, most were already half torn apart, limb hanging from limb, leaving ragged stumps behind. Even those still mobile were bleeding and shocked, wandering around like shell-shocked teenagers on the beaches of Omaha. Except for one man further back who was still managing to put up a fight.

The guy from earlier,
Joe noticed.
The one from the patio.

The Black man with the grey sideburns had blocked Joe’s way earlier. Now he was trying his best to fight the lions and help those under attack. The man wielded a fire extinguisher and was spraying foam into the faces of the lions, forcing them to back away, disorientated.

“
He’s trying to save everyone,” said Joe, and for a moment he thought the man might just do it.

But then the male lion took him down, blindsiding him as he concentrated on one of the lionesses. Joe heard the man cry out as he hit the deck hard. If it wasn’t for the extinguisher in his hands, blocking the lethal bite of the lion, the guy would already be dead. Joe looked around and noticed the three lionesses were still disorientated, pawing at their faces as they tried to clear the foam from their airways.

Just the male left. I can help this guy.

Joe stopped thinking. He forced his rubbery legs to take him away from the safety of the corridor and back into the hell of the hall. Exertion made his knees feel like hot coals. The struggling man was still unharmed, fending off several attacks by using the extinguisher as a shield.

Joe picked up pace.

Reaching the lion, he swung his leg into the hardest kick he could muster. His foot connected with the side of the lion’s head, and a sharp, white-hot jolt of electric pain shot through his toes. The blow had almost no effect on its target, however. The lion flinched, but seemed more irritated than injured.

Shit balls!

The lion let out an almighty roar. It was at that point the Black man readjusted the fire extinguisher’s nozzle and pulled back the handle. Gloopy jets of foam shot into the male lion’s mouth, cutting off its ear-splitting roar and reducing it to a confused whimper. The big-cat leapt back, choking, hacking, and rubbing its maw against the floor.

Joe pulled the man up and the two of them staggered back towards the corridor as quickly as their battered bodies would allow them. All around, fierce lions lay mewling like wounded kittens. The whole fucked-up situation was surreal –
like Alice in Wonderland on crack.

The two men passed through the door into the corridor. The waiting curator slammed it shut behind them, the automatic bolt closing with an echoing
clack!
Joe slumped back against the door and took a deep breath. It felt like the first in a long time and it stabbed at his lungs as if he were breathing in carpet tacks. His heart was threatening to rip right through his chest. But at least Danny was still safe, still sitting on the bench against the wall. The young brunette woman was looking after him. Joe’s heartbeat slowed down a little, but he couldn’t help shake the feeling that things were not yet over.

In fact, he had a feeling they were going to get worse.

Chapter Three

“
Time I learned your name, sir.”

“
It’s Joe.”

The curator shook his hand. “My name is Mason. I am the head curator at the zoo and I thank you for all your help. I don’t think I could have taken charge like that.”

“
Just wish so many people hadn’t gotten hurt. How many made it?”

“
There’s seven of us, including you and your son, but even more people would have been injured if it wasn’t for you, Joe. You’re a hero and people owe their lives-”

A short and fat, pudgy man with neatly-combed, oil-black hair wedged himself between the two of them. He glared at Mason. “Perhaps you two could stop flirting for one moment and tell me what the hell is going on! I can tell you right now that this wretched place will never again open its doors to the public after I’m through with it.”

Mason’s expression did not change. “And who might you be, sir?”

The pudgy man seemed furious, his piggish features scrunched up in disapproval. “Who am I? Who am I? I am Christopher-bloody-Randall! That’s who I am.”

Mason shook his head. “I’m sorry?”

“
From Stote Investments Limited. It was my company that paid for this very building you’re standing in right now. Show me a little more respect, because I have a good mind to demand my investment right back. This is not what I expected when I came here for a simple business meeting this morning. It’s a fiasco.”

Again, without any discernible expression, Mason shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t involve myself with the zoo’s finances. That would be the concern of the park administrators and I’m afraid they don’t work weekends. I apologise for any inconvenience to you, Mr Randall, but I think you can clearly see that we are all equally affected by the day’s events.”

The angry little man went bright red now and began to wheeze. Spittle formed at the corners of his bulbous lips. “Now you listen here. I own this building, which means I own you. I need to get out of here immediately, do you hear me? My business here is finished and I have a very important meeting to get–”

Joe had heard enough. “Look, mate, I don’t know what mental illness you’re currently taking medication for, but people are dead and lots more are injured. Don’t think anyone gives two shits if you have a business meeting with the Queen. Unless you intend to be helpful, please just do us all a favour and fuck off!”

The investor spun to face Joe, toe to toe, but seemed to lose some of his spirit when he realised the difference in size and height. Joe probably weighed four-stone more than the man and towered over him like a bronze statue.

The man still hadn’t lost his attitude completely. “How dare you speak to me like that. Do you know who I-”

“
You’re Lord Randall of Asshole-land. Thanks, got it, don’t care. Just sit down while Mason and I actually try to do something constructive.”

Randall shook with anger, glaring at Joe as if he were excrement on his Ralph Lauren loafers. Fortunately, it seemed he had finally run out of patience though and stormed off down the corridor. Joe took the opportunity to glance over at Danny, wondering if he should go and check on him. His son had lain himself down across the brunette woman’s lap and was nearly asleep. Joe decided to leave him alone for a few minutes more.

He turned back to Mason. “That guy was a jackass.”

Mason nodded. “Investors always are. Still, he has a right to be angry after what has happened today. No doubt he is correct about the zoo’s future being rather bleak.”

“
How could this happen, Mason?”

“
I really can’t say. Nothing like this has ever happened before. All of the dangerous animals are kept inside high-security enclosures. The only way in or out is through twin-layer fences. You enter one, close it, and then open the second. There’s no way an animal can escape.”

Joe nodded. “I understand the type of thing you mean, but, whether it’s plausible or not, the lions got out somehow.”

“
Indeed they did.”

Joe waited for further comment, but it appeared that the curator had none to make, so he spoke instead. “Okay, just keep trying to reach someone on your radio. I’m going to go check on my son.”

Mason nodded and Joe left him alone under the bright lights of the corridor. Over on the bench, Danny was still lying on the brunette woman’s lap – the one that had been trapped between the two snack machines only minutes before. Now that she was sitting in the harshly-lit corridor, Joe could see that her wounds from the attack were shallow and already healing. She’d been lucky. “Hey,” Joe said to her as he approached. “Thanks for looking after him.”

She smiled at Joe, and it was then that he saw she was in fact just a girl and not a woman. Dark bags beneath each of her eyes gave the impression that she was older, but her smooth white skin betrayed her real youth.

About twenty, maybe?

“
Least I can do after you saved my life,” she said to him.

Joe blushed. “Wouldn’t go that far.”

“
I would.” The girl offered out her hand. It was slender and recently manicured, but many of the painted-pink nails were chipped and broken. “I’m Grace.”

Joe also noticed a recently-healed scar that lined the back of her wrist, along with several older, faded ones. He didn’t want to be rude by staring, and averted his eyes. “Pleased to meet you, Grace.” The two shook hands. “I’m Joe and this is–”

“
Danny. Yeah, I know. He told me before taking a nap. He was worried about you out there. You shouldn’t be such a hero.”

Joe acknowledged his selfishness. If he’d been hurt then Danny would be all alone in this fucked-up situation. What the hell was he thinking, running around out there like Joe-the-lion-tamer? He couldn’t risk leaving Danny alone again.

I won’t.

“
Mind if I wake him?” he asked.

Grace laughed. The sound was delicate and fragile. “He’s
your
son. Be my guest.”

Joe knelt beside Danny and gently shook one of his tiny legs. “Hey, little dude! You awake?”

Danny opened his eyes slowly, pupils widening gradually like ink stains on cloth.

“
Everything is okay now,” said Joe. “Daddy’s back.”

Danny smiled and closed his eyes again as if wanting to get back to some wonderful dream. He muttered under his breath, “Can I stay here with Grace?”

Joe raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like Danny to form bonds so quickly – not since the divorce – but he supposed it couldn’t hurt. Joe looked up at Grace. “That okay?”

Grace nodded. “Sure. Could kind of do with a rest myself.”

“
There’s a quiet-room on the right,” said Mason, approaching from down the corridor with walkie talkie still in hand. “It’s where we put visitors when they’re not feeling well. There’s a sofa-bed inside.”