The Swiss Family RobinZOM (Book 3) (4 page)

Seven

Bill started awake. His vision was blurry. A cream coloured blob stood over him. A high-pitched tone rung in his ears. Someone said something, but the voice came in curt muffles, sounding like it came through a tuba. Bill turned his head to the side, and a square block of yellow began to take shape.

Only the ends of Family Bridge on either side of the embankment still remained, jutting bamboo aflame. Curls of smoke hid the beach, and then rose up into the air and disappeared on a strong breeze like a magic trick. The Lurchers on the bridge were gone, and those on the other side, some with newly missing limbs, groaned with disappointment at having missed their meal. They crowded around one another, pushing forward, forcing a couple of the Lurchers into the raging river. They were swept downriver and out to sea. Then the Lurchers began wandering in different directions. Some headed back down the beach, others toward the seafront, others headed back to the cruise liner, but most walked along the riverside, following it up into the jungle.

Bill looked back at the cruise liner, still jutting up in the air like a monument to the old world. Lurchers fell out of the wreckage like a running tap, stumbled through the shallow water onto the beach, and into the jungle in one continuous line. Bill’s hearing was the last thing to clear.

“ad… Can you hear me?” Fritz said. “Dad?”

Fritz clicked his fingers in front of his father’s face.

“Yes,” Bill said. “I can hear you. Where’s Jack? Where is he?”

Then Bill was aware Ernest had something cradled in his arms. When he looked closer he realised it was Jack. His face was covered with blood.

Eight

A thin wisp of grey smoke wound upward into the sky. It was thin and faint compared to the thick black clouds to the west on the opposite side of the island. And something jutted up at the sky there, something big and massive, but largely obscured by the jambu trees. Liz reached for the winch to take her down to the ground, but held back. She looked down at Francis who stood beside her, holding her hand.

“What was that noise, Momma?” Francis said.

“It was an explosion,” Liz said.

“Did Daddy cause it?”

“Yes,” she said. “He did.”

“Why?”

“Because there are some bad men out there.”

“Like the bad men on the
Adventurer
?”

Liz turned to look at Francis. He was small for his age and looked even smaller in Jack’s old clothes that swamped him in arm and leg.

“I didn’t know you remembered that,” Liz said.

“I remember,” he said. “Bad men on the boat coming for us. When we got shipwrecked.”

“Yes,” Liz said, pushing the memory from her mind. “Bad men like that. We have to stop them from getting on the island or we will have to leave.”

“Leave? But I like it here.”

“I do too.”

The foliage on the edge of the clearing shook and admitted Bill, Ernest and Fritz. Bill carried something in his arms. Liz put a hand to her chest and felt a lump form in her throat.

“Bill?” she said, calling down. “Is that Jack? What’s happened?”

“Get the winch down, quick!” Bill said.

Liz’s hands were a blur as she threaded the coarse rope through her hands and lowered the winch. Bill strapped himself into the harness and gripped Jack around the armpits.

“Pull me up!” he said.

Liz pushed a container full of water over the edge. As it fell, Bill rose fast, gripping Jack tight in his arms. He came to a stop.

“Take Jack,” he said.

Liz took hold of Jack and laid him on the floor. Jack had a stream of dried blood that ran from his right ear and down to the bottom of his neck. Bill knelt beside Jack on the floor.

“Get my things,” Bill said, unbuttoning his shirt.

“What things?” Liz said.

“God damn it, Liz! Now’s not the time to be dense. My medical things. Hurry.”

Bill took a pair of scissors from the table and cut Jack’s T-shirt open. Liz returned with Bill’s medical kit. She dumped it on the floor and opened the top. Bill reached in and took out a stethoscope.

“Mummy, what’s going on?” Francis said. “Is Jack going to be all right?”

Liz took Francis in her arms.

“Yes, dear,” she said, “Jack’s going to be fine. He’s just sleeping. Do Mummy a favour and go down to your brothers.”

“Okay.”

Francis tottered off to the winch and pedalled himself down.

“What happened?” Liz said to Bill. “I heard explosions.”

“We blew up the boat, and then Lurchers came spilling out of it. We got to the bridge and they followed us. We were about to blow it up too, but Jack saw one of the Lurchers pick up the tube and was about to hurl it. So, he stepped up and stopped him.”

Liz covered her mouth. Her eyes shimmered with tears.

“Is he going to be okay?” she said.

Bill pressed the stethoscope to Jack’s chest.

“His heart’s fine,” he said. “He’s breathing normally.”

Bill inserted the otoscope into Jack’s bleeding ear. He angled it to peer inside.

“Why’s there blood coming out of his ear?” Liz said.

“It’s his eardrum,” Bill said. “It was perforated by the explosion.”

“Will he ever be able to hear again?” Liz said, voice shaking.

“I don’t know. There’s a lot of damage. There’s nothing I can do without full surgery equipment. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“I suppose Nip will have to be his ears for a little while.”

Bill’s face scrunched up. He sat back and put his hand over his eyes.

“I thought we’d lost him, Liz,” he said. “I thought he was gone.”

“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh,” Liz said, taking Bill in her arms. “He’s all right. He’s going to be okay. If the worse comes to the worst he’ll have to rely on his left ear more, that’s all.”

Bill cleared his throat and breathed in a ragged breath.

“He was a little hero today,” he said. “We wouldn’t be here now if it wasn’t for him.”

There was a reflective pause. Liz brushed a tear out of the corner of her eye.

“We should let the boys know he’s going to be all right,” she said. “They must be worried sick.”

“Yes,” Bill said, but he didn’t move.

“I’ll wash him,” Liz said. “You go tell the boys. And prepare his bed. He’ll need to rest.”

Bill wiped his eyes and sniffed through his blocked up nose.

“All right,” he said. “And after we put him to bed we’ve got to discuss what we’re going to do.”

Liz frowned.

“With Jack?” she said.

“No,” Bill said. “About the Lurcher invasion.”

Nine

“There are only two ways the Lurchers can cross to our part of the island,” Bill said.

On a map, Bill pointed to a narrow strip of land in the north labelled Flamingo Marsh. The island was a crescent shape, with a large river running from the north through to the south, dividing the land into two parts. The east coast, where the Robinsons lived, was three times larger than the west.

“The only other way across was the bamboo bridge,” Bill said, “but obviously, that’s no longer an option.”

Bill crossed the bridge off the map.

“Which means,” he said, “they will have to advance to the north and cross Flamingo Marsh before turning south and coming at us.”

Liz, Fritz, Ernest and Francis nodded in agreement.

“The way I see it,” Bill said, “we have two options. We meet them face-on and die, or we employ our evacuation plan. Our only real option is to leave.”

“No!” Francis said. “I like it here!”

“The next island will be even better,” Bill said. “You’ll see.”

“I don’t want to see. I want to stay here.”

“Make no mistake, if we stay, they will come down on us without mercy.”

“How long do you think we have?” Liz said.

“Two days,” Bill said. “Three, tops.”

“How many of them were there?”

“Hundreds. Maybe thousands. It’s hard to tell. And those are just the ones we saw. There could have been more in the jungle, and more still in the cruise ship. We’ve got our escape plan. We’ve got our boat. I suggest we take it and get out of here. We’ll load up all our supplies and be gone before they get anywhere near us.”

“What if we stayed here in the trees?” Liz said.

“For how long?” Bill said. “And what happens when we run out of food? Or we roll over in our sleep and fall out of the tree? It’s not worth the risk when we have a perfectly good boat out there waiting for us to use.”

There was a pause. Ernest had a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Why don’t we build traps?” he said.

“Good thinking, Ernest,” Bill said. “We’ll hunt for some animals, dry the meat and take it with us.”

Ernest shook his head.

“No,” he said. “I mean hunting Lurchers. We know this island better than anyone.”

“We don’t want to trap them,” Bill said. “We want to kill them.”

“First we trap them, and then we kill them.”

There was a pause. Liz nodded.

“It’s an idea,” she said.

“It’s suicide,” Bill said. “We’ll never build enough traps to stop them all.”

“We don’t need to stop them all,” Liz said. “We just need to stop most of them. If a few get through, we can take them down ourselves.”

“How do we kill the ones we do trap?”

“We have a gun.”

“With four bullets.”

“We have bows and arrows.”

“Brilliant,” Bill said. “So we’re going to re-enact the American Indian Wars?”

“Technically we’re more advanced than they are, so we’re the Europeans in this situation.”

Bill looked at Liz.

“You’re being serious?” he said.

“I don’t want to run away from everything we’ve built here,” Liz said. “I know we’ve got a lot left to build yet, but it’s our home.”

“I understand,” Bill said, “really, I do. Believe me, I want to stay too. My only concern is our safety. Leaving now guarantees that.”

“What if we can’t find another island?” Liz said. “What if the next island we come to has even more Lurchers? What if we get stuck on the mainland, or swept up in a storm? The monsoon season isn’t over yet.”

“Look,” Bill said. “We all knew this could happen. That’s why we came up with the escape plan. Now you’re saying you don’t want to go?”

“Everything we’ve built here, everything we’ve done…”

“We can do it all again,” Bill said. “Do you honestly think you could ever rest easy here again knowing those things are out there?”

“I know I’ll never rest easy out there on the mainland,” Liz said.

“We’ll find another island. There must be lots out there.”

“And what if we get stuck at sea?”

“We have provisions on board. We can survive.”

“I don’t want to survive,” Liz said. “I want to live!”

“We must survive first, then live.”

Liz frowned, shaking her head.

“Why don’t we set fire to it all?” she said. “Set fire to the whole island, reduce it to ash.”

“And then what do we do?” Bill said. “What do we survive on? You’re being irrational. The fire would destroy everything. We’d have no home, no food, nothing. Then we’d have to find another island anyway.”

“And what about Jack?” Liz said. “He can’t go on a long voyage the way he is! What if we take him out to sea now and he needs medicine?”

“We’ll take plenty with us.”

“And if we run out?”

“We won’t run out. Look, I think we’ve debated enough. Let’s put it to a vote. Who votes we get on a boat and leave right now?”

Bill raised his hand. After a moment, Ernest followed. And then, not looking at Francis or his mother, Fritz put up his hand.

“Fritz!” Francis said.

“Dad’s right,” Fritz said. “We have to do what’s best for us all.”

“Who votes we stand and fight?” Bill said.

Liz and Francis raised their hands.

“Three to two,” Bill said. “Motion carried to evacuate the island.”

“Wait,” Francis said. “What about Jack?”

“He’s asleep, resting,” Bill said.

“Shouldn’t he get a vote too?”

“We’re voting for Jack’s welfare too.”

“Voting for what?” a voice behind them said.

Jack hobbled out of the shadows and into the warm glow of the candlelight. He was in his bedclothes. He rubbed his eyes.

“Jack!” Francis said.

He leapt up and wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist. Jack smiled and rested his hand on his little brother’s shoulder.

“Here’s our little hero,” Fritz said with warmth.

Jack took a step forward, and then braced himself on the wall. Everyone was up on their feet in an instant to help him.

“I’m all right,” Jack said. “But I can’t seem to walk straight.”

“It’s your ear,” Bill said. “It helps keep you balanced. Yours is damaged, so you can’t balance very well right now. You’ll get used to it.”

Fritz got up so Jack could have his chair. Jack sat down. Ernest ruffled his hair.

“This means I’ll be able to make even more noise and I won’t be able to hear it,” Jack said.

They all smiled, but the smiles didn’t touch their eyes.

“Are you hungry?” Liz said.

Jack didn’t respond, and just looked at the map.

“Jack,” Liz said.

The family shared a look of concern. Liz moved to Jack’s other side.

“Jack,” she said.

He turned to look at her.

“Are you hungry?” Liz said.

“Famished,” Jack said.

Liz’s mouth turned down as she moved to the oven. The Robinsons all looked at Jack, saddened by his injury. Liz took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and composed herself. She opened the oven’s front door and brought out a plate using a tea towel. She sat the plate before Jack on the dining table.

“Be careful,” she said. “The plate’s hot.”

Jack picked up his knife and fork and tucked into his meal. Francis ran to the desk in the corner of the room and returned with something behind his back.

“I made something for you,” Francis said to Jack.

He brought his hand out. He held a piece of cardboard in the shape of a shield. On it was written:

MEDAL OF HONOUR

TO: JACK ROBINSON

FOR OUTSTANDING BRAVERY

FROM: THE ROBINSON FAMILY

“Mum helped me with the spelling,” Francis said, “but I did all the colouring.”

“That’s amazing, Francis,” Jack said. “Thank you.”

Francis unhooked the safety pin and pinned it to Jack’s T-shirt. Jack beamed.

“We were just talking about what we’re going to do next,” Liz said. “Either leave, or stay and fight.”

“Leave?” Jack said. “Why would we leave?”

“Some of us think it’s the safer option,” Liz said.

Jack shook his head.

“No,” he said. “We’ve got to at least try. We’ve fought every day we’ve been here – against the jackals, against the weather, against everything. Lurchers are just another obstacle. In five months we haven’t had one Lurcher. Then we have a storm and a boatload turns up. We’ll just have to deal with it.”

There was a pause of reflective silence. Fritz frowned.

“Let’s put it to a vote,” Liz said. “Those who want to evacuate?”

Bill and Ernest raised their hands.

“Fritz?” Bill said. “We’re voting here.”

“I know,” Fritz said.

“Are you sure you don’t want to put your hand up?”

“Those who wish to stay and make a stand?” Liz said.

Liz, Fritz, Francis and Jack raised their hands.

“There it is, then,” Liz said. “Two to four. We stay and fight.”