The Swiss Family RobinZOM

by Perrin Briar

  “These things never give up, do they?” Ernest said.

  “They don’t know how to give up,” Bill said.

  “Do we?” Liz said.

  Bodies aching and panting for air, the family scaled the final ascent to the top of the mountain. Shaking, and weak with fatigue, Ernest put his hand on a boulder. It leaned forward, and a small crack marched across its surface. Ernest held his breath, and then breathed a sigh of relief when it didn’t fall. There was a grinding noise, and the boulder teetered forward and rolled down the hill, reverberating like a herd of horses. It crashed down the mountainside and flattened a train of Lurchers.

  “What was all that noise?” Liz said, reappearing from the summit.

  Fritz and Ernest shared a look, eyes wide. A smile appeared on their faces.

  “It’s Ernest,” Fritz said. “He had an accident and it might be the best idea he’s ever had!”

  “Even inadvertently I’m a genius!” Ernest said.

  “Yes,” Fritz said, “but saying you’re a genius isn’t genius.”

  Fritz moved up to another boulder, blown and shaped into a large round ball by the wind.

  “He put his hand on a boulder like this,” he said.

  The boulder leaned forward and toppled down the mountainside, squashing more Lurchers in its path. Bill clapped Ernest on the shoulder.

  “And look!” he said. “They’re all coming out to investigate the noise! We still might win this thing!”

  Twenty-Five

  He heard a voice shouting somewhere in the distance… Far in the distance… It was fuzzy and unclear. When he opened his eyes he found his vision just as muddy.

  “…ack! Are you all right? Shall I…? Jack? Shall I come down?”

  Jack recognised the voice, and it snapped him out of his daze.

  “No,” Jack said in a groggy voice. “Stay there, Francis. I’ll be all right.”

  Jack was upside down, hanging by one foot. Nip sat on the ground before him, looking at him with concern. Jack reached for the knife in his back pocket. But as he reached in, it slipped past his hand and hit the ground. Jack turned and peered out the corner of his eye, but couldn’t see his knife. Jack turned to Nip.

  “Nip,” he said. “Knife. Get my knife.”

  Nip cocked his head to one side.

  “Knife,” Jack said. “Get it. Go on.”

  Nip blinked, unmoving.

  “Why didn’t I teach you the word for knife?” Jack said. “Idiot!”

  Jack tilted his weight forward, then back, forward, and back again, building up momentum. As he swung back, he saw his knife. He reached for it, but missed. As he swung in again for another try, his fingertips grazed it, and then on the third attempt, he grabbed it.

  “Yes!” he said.

  Something tightened around his wrist. His arm was drawn up alongside his foot.

  “This is great,” Jack said. “Really great.”

  He still had the knife in one hand. He tried to cut the vine with it, but the angle was too awkward. He tried to bring his free hand up to take the knife, but could only reach up to his forearm. Jack froze. There was a groan, long and drawn out like a dying man’s last breath. It came from the foliage behind him. Eyes wide with fear, Jack looked at Nip.

  “I know you’re in pain, Nip,” Jack said, voice low, “but please, help me.”

  The little capuchin monkey must have picked up on something, as he got up onto his tiny feet and limped over to Jack’s outstretched hand. He climbed, careful not to use his injured foot.

  “The vine!” Jack said. “Bite it! Bite!”

  The foliage shook, and the low groan became louder. Nip’s hand gripped the folds of Jack’s trousers as he pulled himself up Jack’s leg.

  “Yes!” Jack said. “Bite!”

  Nip hesitated. He pointed at the vine.

  “Yes!” Jack said. Bite it!”

  Nip bit Jack on the ankle.

  “Ow!” Jack said.

  The groan stopped, and Jack could sense the creature turning to identify where the exclamation had come from.

  “Please, Nip,” Jack said. “Please, understand. Bite the vine. The vine.”

  Nip lowered his mouth to the vine and turned to Jack with a questioning look. Jack nodded. Nip bit at it. Jack turned to see the foliage rustle and a torn grey arm begin to emerge.

  “Hurry Nip!” Jack said. “Hurry!”

  The vine snapped. Jack took the knife from his trapped hand and severed the second vine.

  “Come on, Nip!” he said.

  The figure stepped out from the foliage, revealing a face with a ruined nose, and teeth visible through both cheeks. Behind her were half a dozen other Lurchers. Jack hugged Nip close to his chest and hot stepped it across the courtyard, careful where he placed his feet. There was the whip sound of the snares pulling tight around one ankle… Two… Three… Four… Jack got to the winch. He saw another Lurcher step into a trap. The final Lurcher barrelled down on him. Francis pushed the water canister over the edge and onto the ground. Jack flew up to Falcon’s Nest, out of the Lurcher’s reach. Francis took Nip off Jack and set him down on a cushion. Jack hugged Francis.

  “What’s happening?” Francis said. “I heard gunshots.”

  “That was just Dad,” Jack said. “How are things here?”

  “Fine. These are the first Lurchers I’ve seen all night.”

  “Good,” Jack said. “Hopefully they’ll be the last.”

  Twenty-Six

  But even as he spoke, more Lurchers came through the foliage and spilled across the courtyard. Snares trapped feet, but slipped off those with missing appendages. The courtyard was alive with hanging writhing bodies. Few of the traps had not been set off. The Lurchers scratched at the bark of the tree, and then lowered their faces to it. They bit at it, the sharp fibres stabbing their mouth and noses, splinters protruding from their faces like they’d received piercings.

  “They can’t get up here,” Francis said.

  “No,” Jack said, “but they can take us down there. They’re biting through the bark. They won’t stop until they bite all the way through.”

  “But they don’t eat trees!”

  “They’re not eating it. They’re cutting through it. They’re going to take this tree down, and us with it.”

  “What’re we going to do?”

  “There’s nothing we can do,” Jack said. “But I suppose we can slow them down.”

  He picked up a ceramic bowl, took careful aim, and dropped it over the side. It crushed a Lurcher’s skull. Francis grabbed an end table, and together they dumped it over the side. Another two Lurchers fell. Jack ransacked the living room, dropping vases and photo frames. Francis did the same with the kitchen, tossing out saucepans, knives and baking trays. They ransacked the whole house, but the Lurchers kept coming and chomping at the tree trunk. The whole treehouse lurched to one side. Jack and Francis exchanged a look.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Jack said.

  He picked up a backpack and put Nip into it. Jack went to the cable and monkey-barred his way across it. On the other side, he took off the backpack and put Nip down. He turned back to Francis, who was looking at the ground. The Lurchers were still munching away at the tree.

  “Your turn,” Jack said.

  “Are you sure about this?” Francis said. “Mum said not to leave the house.”

  “I’m pretty sure this situation overrides that order. And when she comes later, you can blame me and say it’s all my fault.”

  “Okay,” Francis said. “Here I come.”

  Francis held onto the cable with his hands and wrapped his feet around the end. He fed his hands along the cable and dragged his legs behind.

  “That’s it,” Jack said. “You’re doing good. Keep coming.”

  The treehouse juddered. The vibrations travelled along the cable. Francis squealed and hugged the cable tight. A handful of Lurchers turned to look up at Francis crawling along the cable. Lightning struck, and Franc
is screamed again.

  “Jack,” he said. “I’m scared. I want to go back.”

  The treehouse leaned over, pulling the cable tighter. Jack gripped it in both hands, fearful it would be pulled out at his end.

  “You can’t go back,” Jack said. “Keep crawling this way.”

  “I can’t,” Francis said.

  “Think how proud Mum and Dad will be when I tell them you did this.”

  “Mum and Dad aren’t coming back.”

  “Of course they’re coming back,” Jack said.

  The gun in his pocket felt heavy. Jack swallowed.

  “And I’ll make you a nice badge like the one you made me if you come over here,” he said.

  “You will?”

  “I promise,” Jack said. “Now come on, you can do this. Just take it one step at a time.”

  Francis loosened his grip a little.

  “Yes,” he said. “Okay. I can do it.”

  Francis passed one hand over the other.

  “Good,” Jack said. “Good. Keep coming. That’s it.”

  There was a loud crack and Falcon’s Nest screamed like it was in pain. The cable tightened, and then the strut attached to their parent’s treehouse snapped. Francis swung toward the boys’ tree and smacked into it. One of his hands lost its grip. The other maintained it, but now he was only a metre off the ground. The Lurchers turned to face him, their white eyes gleaming in a shaft of moonlight. Francis’s eyes went wide. The Lurchers ambled toward him.

  “No!” Francis said. “No! No!”

  “Climb!” Jack said. “Climb!”

  Francis did, his feet scrambling across the tree’s bark, finding no purchase. Jack seized the wire and pulled. Francis rose two feet. The Lurchers reached up with hungry hands, but felt only the soles of Francis’s shoes. A Lurcher managed to pull one off. Francis squealed. Jack’s arms shook with Francis’s weight.

  “You have to come up!” Jack said through gritted teeth. “I can’t hold on!”

  “Okay,” Francis said.

  He pulled himself up. The cable slipped through Jack’s sweaty hands. Francis fell a foot and jolted to a stop. He screamed.

  “Hurry!” Jack said.

  Francis pulled himself up the cable, one hand after the other. He got to the top, hands on the doorframe, and then pulled himself up. Inside the treehouse, he collapsed on the floor. Jack let go of the cable. It jittered side to side, the Lurchers’ bodies rubbing against it. He could feel the Lurchers’ teeth grinding as they began to munch on the tree trunk down below.

  Twenty-Seven

  “Now!” Bill said.

  The Robinsons pushed with all their collective weight down onto the thick branch jammed under the boulder. The boulder leaned forward, looked about ready to stop, and then its own weight carried it forward. It picked up speed and crashed down the mountainside, crushing a large pack of Lurchers. The boulder smashed into half a dozen other large rocks, like a giant game of marbles.

  “They’re still coming,” Ernest said.

  He peered down the mountain. Shadows devolved from the darkness and ambled up the incline.

  “But fewer than before,” Bill said.

  “Are you sure?” Liz said.

  They waited, and although Lurchers continued to stumble out of the jungle, there were no more than a handful.

  “Is that it?” Fritz said. “Is that all of them?”

  “Either that,” Bill said, “or they got lost along the way.”

  “Or they found somewhere better to be,” Liz said.

  She exchanged a frightened look with Bill. They ran down the mountainside.

  “Hey!” Fritz said. “Where are you going?”

  Fritz and Ernest took after their parents.

  Twenty-Eight

  Robin’s Nest rocked to one side, the gnawing at the bark like a rat at a block of hard cheese. Francis stood at the window, whistling into the night. It seemed to calm him, so Jack left him alone. Jack looked along the shelves at the framed happy photographs of times gone by. Their treehouse shook again, causing the photos to fall to the floor.

  Jack put his hand in his pocket and stroked the barrel of the gun. It was a little too large for him, and he had to stretch his hand to reach the trigger. He approached Francis from behind. He looked so small and defenceless. Jack raised the gun, pointing the barrel at the back of his head. Francis continued to whistle.

  Twenty-Nine

  Bang!

  Liz came to a stop. She broke out into a cold sweat and her heart beat a thousand times a minute.

  “No…” she said.

  She picked up the pace and ran faster, her legs a blur.

  “No, no, no, no, no…”

  Bang!

  There was an almighty crash, and the ground shook like there was an earthquake. Bill and Liz came to a stop in the clearing before Falcon’s Nest. Both treehouses lay prostrate on the ground. Leaves descended like snowflakes from the recently felled tree. A dozen Lurchers drifted across the space without purpose. Liz fell to her knees, weeping openly.

  “My babies,” she said, “my dear sweet babies.”

  The muscles in Bill’s jaw tightened and the tears stung his eyes. Attracted to Liz’s suffering, the Lurchers turned and stumbled toward them. Liz stood up, unsheathed Bill’s machete and ran at them. Bill chased after her. She swung at the Lurchers. She cut off their arms, their legs at the knee, chopped off the women’s breasts and the men’s penises. Then she hacked their torsos to pieces, cutting open the flesh, and getting to the internal organs.

  “Liz,” Bill said. “Liz! That’s enough!”

  He grabbed her arm and took the machete away. Bill finished the Lurchers off with a quick wide swipe that removed their heads.

  “They killed our babies,” Liz said. “They killed them.”

  “I know,” Bill said. “I know.”

  He wrapped his arms around her. Fritz and Ernest joined their parents on either side, adding to the huddle.

  “Can we join?” a small voice behind them said.

  The Robinsons turned to see a huge shadow stop on the fringes of the courtyard. It was broad and squat with horns. As it emerged into the moonlight, it resolved into Valiant the bull, the tips of his horns stained red. On his back were Jack and Francis, who had big grins on their faces. Liz ran forward and lifted them off the huge bull. She held them close and smothered them with kisses. A few Lurchers drifted close. Fritz and Ernest dispatched them with ease.

  “What happened?” Bill said.

  “After the first treehouse fell we climbed the cable to the second one,” Jack said. “But then they started biting that one too. I had the gun in my pocket, and was about to use it when Francis started whistling, and Valiant came out of the jungle. The Lurchers came toward him and he charged them. He knocked them all over! A couple almost bit him, but I shot them with the gun. We climbed down and got on his back and rode into the jungle. The Lurchers must have kept biting the tree after we left, I suppose, and took it down. They probably thought we were still up there. They are stupid.”

  “I’m so glad you’re all right,” Bill said. “Come give your dad a kiss.”

  “Dad,” Jack said, “I’m too big for kisses.”

  “Well, I’m not,” Bill said, and gave Jack a big kiss on his cheek, and then on Francis’s. “My boys, my beautiful, beautiful boys.”

  He hugged them tight, and didn’t care that he was crying.

  “Feels like it’s going to rain soon,” Ernest said, looking up at the darkened sky. “We’d best grab anything we want to keep before the rain gets to it.”

  “You go ahead,” Bill said, hugging Liz, Jack and Francis close. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

  “You say that now,” Liz said. “But what happens when you want to write in your journal?”

  Bill thought for a moment.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said.

  Thirty

  Fritz and Ernest picked over the remains of Falcon�
�s Nest. Most of their possessions were smashed to pieces amongst the broken branches. Ernest knelt down beside a bookcase. Most of the books were still jammed inside, and in perfect condition. He took off his jacket and wrapped them up.

  “Thank God for that,” Ernest said to Fritz. “I thought I’d lost them. Did you find what you were looking for?”

  “I don’t really have anything worth looking for,” Fritz said.

  Cheep cheep. Cheep cheep.

  “Did you hear that?” Fritz said.

  “Hear what?” Ernest said.

  Cheep cheep.

  “That cheeping noise,” Fritz said.

  “You’ve got birds on the brain. And not the good kind.”

  Fritz kneeled down to look closer at a long tube of red satin, what had once been Beauty’s perch. He picked it up and felt the soft material in his hands. He paused when his fingers came across something jagged. He turned the perch over and found a hole. Inside it was the cracked surface of an eggshell. He lifted the top.

  Cheep cheep. Cheep cheep.

  “It’s a chick!” Fritz said to Ernest. “It’s Beauty’s perch. Inside it I found this! This must be why she never wanted to get off it the past few days! She must have laid an egg!”

  Fritz inspected the chick.

  “It’s a he,” he said. “I mean, it’s a him. A male!”

  “I wonder if fatherhood makes everyone so eloquent,” Ernest said.

  “I’ll name him Beast. Got to keep up with tradition.”

  Fritz turned to his parents.

  “Mum, Dad,” he said. “Look at this!”

  “He looks hungry,” Liz said.

  “I’ll go find him something,” Fritz said, walking away. “You know, you’ve got some pretty big claws to fill,” he said to the chick. “But don’t worry, I’ll train you.”