The Swiss Family RobinZOM (Book 5) (11 page)

The Spinners catapulted across the water’s surface like jet-powered engines. There were three of them, all weaving and swerving around one another like a synchronised swimming team. They twisted and spun, flopped and disappeared under the surface as often as they were on top of it. One diverged from the others, heading left, for no other reason than chaos theory dictated it. The other two powered onward.

The water became shallow, and the earth rose up to meet their mutilated limbs. The Spinners stumbled up the sandy beach. One Spinner had the body of a middle-aged man, the other was young, with tanned skin. Neither wore a thread of clothing. They rolled and writhed like cumbersome turtles.

The middle-aged Spinner headed right, disappearing into a thick copse of broad leafed plants. The young Spinner headed for the treeline ahead, where two trees arced toward one another forming a gateway.

The young Spinner stepped into a sinkhole, the sand swallowing her up to the knee. She fell forward. Her leg snapped, her bone stabbing through her skin. Her head hit the sand, within inches of a pair of pale white feet with blue veins, like an overripe chunk of cheese. The frayed cloth of the man’s torn trousers whispered against his feet. He was bare chested, his body thin and worn by hunger. The figure looked the Spinner over with his milky white eyes, seemingly interested in her appearance.

The waves washed against the shore, and then retreated back in an eternal battle with that land.

The man held up his hand as if feeling an invisible barrier around the girl that only he could see. He closed his eyes. The Spinner did not stop with her gyrations. The man’s hand shook with effort. He opened his eyes and growled, displeased with the Spinner.

He grunted, and half a dozen zombies limped forward from the treeline. They fell on the Spinner, biting and clawing at her limbs. Quartered as the body was, the pieces still fidgeted, something the man found intriguing. The zombies stripped the flesh from the Spinner’s bones. Only then did the Spinner’s jerking motions cease.

The man held up a hand. A zombie got to his feet, bringing the remnants of a small hand to the man, the fingers still twitching. The man put the flesh to his lips and squeezed it, letting the blood dribble over his teeth and down his throat. His eyes rolled back in his head, eyelids flickering. He let out a satisfied sigh and turned his head to one side as if seeing something in his mind that amused him. He opened his eyes and smiled, revealing a mouth full of broken teeth.

He raised a fist, keeping his eyes on the distant horizon. An army of malformed figures emerged into the shadows of the jungle, standing stock still.

The man licked the remains of the blood from his lips, and said, hissing around his cracked teeth: “Robinzom.”

The zombies groaned, deathly, loud and cacophonous. It almost sounded like a cheer.

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Perrin Briar is an English author best-known for his apocalypse series
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,
Z-Minus
, and
The
Swiss Family RobinZOM
. He was born in Huntingdon, grew up in Norfolk, graduated from Bournemouth, worked in London, and then chucked it all in to live in South Korea.

He has written for BBC radio, and worked in the production and development departments of the BBC, ITV and Channel 4.

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