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Authors: Perrin Briar

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Chapter Five

The wave smashed into the rocks, turning the sea foamy white. It hissed with bubbles as another wave came in. The Robinsons stood on the edge of the cliffs on the west coast, looking down at the rough sea and vicious rocks.

“We’ll lead them here,” Bill said. “And push them over the side onto the rocks below.”

“Sorry to be the wrench in the works,” Fritz said, “but how exactly are we going to lead them up here in the first place? They’re not like normal zombies. They’re not going to follow us just because we look tasty. These monsters can’t see or think.”

“Fritz, it pains me to say, is right,” Ernest said. “We can’t get near these things. If we do, they’ll scratch us and that’s it. Game over.”

“Then how do we overcome these bloody things?” Fritz said. “We can’t go near them, and we can’t attack them. So what can we do?”

“We’ll push them,” Liz said.

“And call them names?” Fritz said.

“No,” Liz said. “They spin, right? So why don’t we use their momentum against them? They don’t have eyes or ears or know which way they’re going, so why don’t we gently – or rather, not so gently – nudge them in the direction we want them to go in?”

Bill nodded.

“We’ll push them like bumper cars,” he said. “We’ll make strong shields and push them back until they go over the cliff edge. They’ll land on the rocks, exploding into a thousand pieces.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Liz said.

“We’d better get started soon,” Bill said. “Eventually they’re going to find our home and tear through everything we’ve built.”

“Then let’s get started,” Liz said.

Chapter Six

“There they are,” Bill said. “Is everyone ready?”

The family hefted their tall wooden shields – Jack requiring both hands to lift his – and carried them forward, toward the Spinners. They stopped a dozen yards away and lined up into one long row. The shields were thick, made from the hardy outer shell of bamboo trees. They were relatively light considering their size. They were each the same height as the bearer, and two feet wide.

“Remember,” Bill said, “we’ll separate one of them from the rest and shepherd it toward the cliff edge. Jack, Ernest, you’ll watch our backs in case any of them sneak up on us from behind. If one gets through, shout. We’ll turn and defend ourselves. Is everyone ready?”

They all nodded.

“All right then,” Bill said. “Let’s do this.”

They moved forward with their shields raised, one step at a time, closing on the Spinners. The Spinners twisted, beating the ground and trees, cartwheeling away in a dozen directions. One broke away from the rest and headed straight for the family.

Flap, flap, flap, flap.

“Form up!” Bill said.

The family slammed their shields down, forming a solid wall like something from the Roman era, bracing their shields with their shoulders. They waited but nothing made contact. They exchanged confused expressions. Bill peeked through the gap between his and Liz’s shields.

“It’s gone,” Bill said. “It must have changed direction at the last moment.”

The family lowered their shields. The jungle was empty of Spinners.

“Where did they go?” Liz said.

“Deeper into the jungle, I suppose,” Bill said.

“They’re so fast,” Liz said. “How on earth did you manage to catch the one yesterday?”

“He had half his limbs already missing,” Bill said. “Come on, let’s head farther into the jungle.”

The trees had a thick series of scratches in their bark. There was a sound like a schizophrenic woodpecker drilling at a nearby tree. The family followed it.

“There’s one,” Bill said. “It looks like it’s alone.”

The Spinner bounced off a tree and headed at a perpendicular angle to them. It smacked into another tree, having been unfortunate enough to have gotten ensnared in a dense section of jungle. It could hardly spin before colliding with another tree, unable to build up momentum. The family surrounded it on one side, Jack and Ernest standing with their backs to Bill, Liz and Fritz, defending their rear.

“Go!” Bill said.

Bill, Liz and Fritz ran forward, smacking their shields into the Spinner, sending it rebounding backwards, colliding with another tree. The Spinner was brown skinned with one undamaged arm, the other a fingerless club of a hand. Its legs were in worse shape, one ending at the knee, the other at the ankle.

The Spinner spun in a different direction, heading away. Bill forced his shield forward and connected with the Spinner. Its arms struck the shield, bouncing off, sending it off in another direction. Fritz was on it, pushing it back with his shield.

“That’s the wrong direction!” Bill said, waving his arm. “This way!”

Liz ran forward and blocked the Spinner, preventing it from going the wrong way farther. The Spinner hammered her shield, knocking it back. Liz was squashed underneath it. The Spinner pummelled her shield without remorse. Bill ran forward and grunted as he took the brunt of the Spinner’s aggression. The Spinner pulled back, stamped its feet, and then spun away like the Tazmanian Devil into the foliage. Fritz gave chase.

“Are you all right?” Bill said, helping Liz up.

“I’m fine,” Liz said. “I just slipped.”

Fritz came walking down the slope toward them, raising his arms.

“It’s no good,” Fritz said. “It’s already gone.”

Liz’s eyes went wide.

“Look out!” she said, pointing behind Fritz.

Fritz spun around to find the Spinner racing toward him. He raised his shield, but not fast enough as the Spinner’s club of a hand smacked him across the face, a loud slap echoing across the open space. Fritz fell back like he’d been dealt a knock-out punch. The Spinner’s leg smashed into the underside of Fritz’s shield, snapping its weak rotten bone. It drew its ruined leg up to bring it down on the unconscious Fritz, but Ernest was there, crouching over Fritz, his shield over his head.

Ernest managed to keep hold of his shield, though his muscles and tendons strained at the effort. The Spinner pummelled his shield in rapid succession like a boxer on a helpless opponent. Flesh and bone smacked and sprayed across the shield, but Ernest held on. Bill ran forward, adding his own shield to Ernest’s. The Spinner changed direction again and headed away.

It smacked into a tree, bounced off, and came rushing back, this time toward Liz and Jack. Together they braced their shields and let the Spinner collide into them. The handle on Jack’s shield snapped off and his shield flew out of his hands, skittering across the jungle floor. Liz pulled Jack behind her shield. She stepped forward and thrust her shield into the Spinner, knocking it back. It floundered, but its weight pressed it forward again.

Liz planted her shield in the earth. The Spinner smacked it with its clawed hand, and then turned away at a sharp ninety-degree angle. It turned again, toward Liz. Her eyes widened, and she tugged on her shield, but the Spinner was already on her. She backed away, working around to the front of her shield. The Spinner tore at the unprotected inside of the shield, exploding into woodchips.

“Watch Fritz,” Bill said to Ernest.

Bill ran forward and pushed the Spinner. It rolled up an incline and then fell back on itself, the incline too steep. It landed on its back and spun around uselessly. The Spinner pushed itself up onto its feet, slow, like a body rising from the dead.

Bill roared and flew at the Spinner, throwing himself on top of it. Its arm and legs jammed into the earth. Bill raised his shield above his head and thrust it down, severing the creature’s stunted arm. Then he brought the shield edge down and cut off the creature’s other arm. He flew back in time to avoid the creature’s congealed blood flying at him in a wide spray.

The creature spun, powering up into a standing position. It spun around and around, pushed itself up onto two working limbs and cartwheeled away. Though it disappeared through the foliage and out of sight, no one took their eyes off the jungle around them. The Robinsons panted for breath.

“They’re too fast,” Liz said.

“And unpredictable,” Ernest said. “We have no idea what they’re going to do!”

“Are you all right?” Bill said to Liz.

“Did you see that?” Liz said. “It went around my shield and attacked me!”

“It was some bad luck, all right,” Bill said.

“Are you sure these things can’t see?” Liz said. “They look like they can see plenty well to me.”

“They move by randomness, not by instinct,” Bill said. “Without eyes, we can be fairly certain of that. It’s only our brains that see patterns in what they do.”

Ernest slapped Fritz on the cheek. The elder brother started awake, peering at his surroundings, disorientated.

“This isn’t working, Bill,” Liz said. “No matter what we do, they keep going around us, avoiding us. There’s nothing we can do to stop them.”

“I know,” Bill said. “You’re right.”

“There has to be a better way than this,” Liz said. “There just has to be.”

Chapter Seven

Beaten, swollen, dirty and exhausted, the Robinson family emerged from the jungle. Francis hopped onto his feet and waited at the corner of the treehouse landing. The family’s shoulders were slouched and forlorn, like traffic accident victims.

“How did it go?” Francis said.

None of them spoke, climbing the ladder with slow, forced movements.

“We fought one,” Ernest said.

“That’s great!” Francis said.

No one seemed to share his excitement.

“Isn’t it?” Francis said.

“It is good,” Fritz said, nodding. “Except that it got away and there are dozens more.”

“Oh,” Francis said.

They took off their heavy boots. Each family member sported red feet, thick with hard skin and blisters. They sat down and rested for a moment, letting the memories of the past few hours wash over them.

“I’ll get you some food,” Francis said.

He ran into the kitchen and started a small fire with the matches Bill had made. He heated up the stew that sat on the hob. Within minutes it was bubbling. He stirred it and cut some bread up into thick slices. He ladled the stew into bowls and placed them around the table with the plate of bread in the centre.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said.

The family limped on their swollen blistered feet and sat at their places. They tore off chunks of bread with a grimace – every muscle hurt – and dipped it into the stew. They sucked on the soaked bread.

“There’s some good news,” Francis said. “None of the Spinners came here!”

It seemed of little consolation. The family finished up their stew, washed, taking special care to add a salve to the soles of their feet, and went straight to bed. Francis was left with a table full of dirty dishes.

Within an hour the Robinson family was asleep. None of them made much noise, their bodies unmoving, still recovering from the shock. Fritz sat on the edge of the treehouse landing, legs dangling over the side. The family had thought it prudent for them all to sleep in one treehouse as opposed to their separate rooms. Ernest stirred, tossing in his sleep for ten minutes before he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He crept over to Fritz and sat down next to him. Below them were their cattle, which slept standing up, save the goats who nestled together in the corner.

“Any sign of Spinners?” Ernest said, yawning.

“Not yet,” Fritz said. “You can go back to sleep, if you like. I’m not tired.”

“I’d rather stay awake,” Ernest said. “That’s quite a shiner you’ve got there.”

Fritz touched his puffed up eye and flinched.

“The Spinner really caught me a winner,” he said.

“You hit the floor like a sack of spuds!” Ernest said.

Jack mumbled in his sleep, and then fell silent again.

“Thanks for helping me,” Fritz said.

“We’re brothers,” Ernest said. “It’s what we’re meant to do, right?”

Ernest looked at his hands.

“I dreamt about them,” he said.

“And?” Fritz said.

“And no matter what I did I couldn’t escape,” Ernest said. “I have no idea how to beat them.”

“None of us do,” Fritz said.

“But I’m the ideas guy,” Ernest said. “If I don’t come up with a solution…”

“This is all our problem,” Fritz said. “It’s not up to you to save us. But we need to come up with something soon. The sun will rise in a couple of hours and right now we don’t have a clue what to do.”

“Do you think we’ll end up leaving?” Ernest said.

“After we worked so hard in defending our home?” Fritz said. “No, I don’t think so.”

“This has got you worried though, hasn’t it?” Ernest said. “Not knowing what we’re going to do?”

“I think we’re all worried,” Fritz said.

“I’m not,” Ernest said.

“You just said you were,” Fritz said.

“No,” Ernest said. “I said I know
you’re
all worried.”

“Then why aren’t you?” Fritz said.

“Because I know we’ll come up with something,” Ernest said.

“What if we don’t?” Fritz said.

“We will,” Ernest said.

“But what if we don’t?” Fritz said.

Ernest looked off at the horizon, the sun just beginning to crest the jungle. A frown creased his forehead as if the thought had never occurred to him before.

“Okay, now I am worried,” he said. “Thanks. Maybe, given enough time, the Spinners will spin their way off the island.”

“Leaving us without cattle, without crops, with nothing but a dead island,” Fritz said. “I’m not sure if I’d put much stock in that idea.”

“Me neither, to be honest,” Ernest said.

He looked down between his feet at the ground below.

“I miss home,” Ernest said.

“This is home,” Fritz said.

“I mean our real home,” Ernest said. “Do you think our friends and family are still there?”

“Probably,” Fritz said. “Though I hope they’re of a livelier disposition than our current company on this island.”

“I remember in History, studying the French invasion of Switzerland in 1798,” Ernest said. “Chucerne was the only town capable of resisting them. We didn’t have a huge population or well-trained troops. We survived because of the terrain. There is only one way in and out of Churcerne. The land itself protected us, like Russia with her frigid winters. Do you think they could defend themselves like that again?”

“There’s no reason why it couldn’t happen again, I suppose,” Fritz said. “But it’s better to expect nothing. For everyone to be gone, and then when we go there, if there are people left, we can be happy and not depressed. It can only be better than we expected.”

“Until then you live in fear,” Ernest said.

“No, I live in hope,” Fritz said. “I just won’t be as disappointed as you will be.”

Ernest looked out at the moon hanging low and bright in the sky, the craters massive like pock marks on its shiny surface.

“It’s not so bad here though, is it?” he said.

“Not so bad,” Fritz said. “Except there’s no future here.”

“It’s the same everywhere these days,” Ernest said.

Something slapped a bunch of leaves, like an open palm smacking bare skin. A flash of white whipped past a gap in the shrubbery. Fritz and Ernest stiffened, gripping the struts of the balcony with white-knuckled fists.

There was a grunt below them in the animal pen. Valiant shorted and dug his front hoof in the soil, looking toward the jungle, in the direction of the noise.

Flap, flap, flap…

The sound disappeared deep into the jungle. Fritz and Ernest relaxed.

“They’re getting closer,” Fritz said.

“Come morning, we can’t just sit here,” Ernest said. “We have to do something.”

“What would you have us do?” Fritz said. “We’ll do anything that sounds half reasonable right now.”

Francis mumbled in his sleep. He rolled over, away from his noisy brothers.

“The problem is their speed,” Ernest said. “If there was some way we could travel as fast as them…”

Ernest’s eyes widened. He clicked his fingers.

“Yes! That’s it!” he said. “Of course! Why didn’t I think of it before? It’s so obvious!”

“Wait,” Fritz said. “What’s obvious?”

“I know what to do!” Ernest said. “I have a plan!”

Francis shot up into a sitting position.

“Wha?” he said, eyes heavy and groggy with sleep. His eyes fluttered closed and he fell back to bed.

“What?” Fritz said. “What’s the idea?”

Ernest bent down and shook Jack and Francis by the shoulders. They grumbled but didn’t wake up.

“Get up!” Ernest said. “We’ve got work to do!”

Ernest ran into Bill and Liz’s bedroom.

“I’ve got it!” he shouted.

Liz shot up, instantly awake. Bill was still fast asleep, snoring, his blistered feet hanging over the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Liz said. “Your father’s exhausted.”

“I’ve got an idea!” Ernest said. “How to beat them!”

“Can’t it wait till morning?” Liz said.

“It’ll be daylight soon,” Ernest said.

Liz sighed and then leaned over Bill, nudging him awake.

“Bill,” she said. “Wake up, honey.”

Bill turned, his face thick with sleep. Drool hung out the corner of his mouth.

“The Spinners!” Ernest said. “We can’t catch them or force them over the cliff because they’re too fast!”

“Yes, so?” Liz said. “We know this already.”

“So we need a way to keep up with them!” Ernest said. “Not only keep up with them, but to go faster than them!”

“Is this going anywhere?” Bill said, face stretching into a wide yawn.

“The animals!” Ernest said. “We’ll use the animals! We’ll ride them and force the Spinners over the cliff like a giant game of bumper cars!”

Ernest chuckled like a mad scientist and ran out of the room. Fritz looked at his parents. Liz wore a deep frown. Bill’s eyes were ringed with grey, incapable of anything except staring into space. Fritz moved to the window that looked down on the animal pen outside. Ernest jumped the fence and ran amongst the animals. They shied away from him. They hardly looked like Spinner killer material to Fritz.

“He’s gone mad,” Fritz said.

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