The Swiss Family RobinZOM (Book 5) by Perrin Briar

Author:Perrin Briar [Briar, Perrin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombie series, zombie apocalpyse, zombie adventure, zombie apocalyptic, zombie adventure books, zombie action zombie, zombie apocalypse survival
Published: 2015-07-27T04:00:00+00:00

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.

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