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forward and fell through a false jungle floor
and into the pit, a dozen spikes impaling her body at once. There
were hard thuds and wet cracking noises as more Lurchers piled into
the pits. But still, moaning their low groan of the dead, they
pushed on. One Lurcher made contact with the meat, but it swung
there, above the hole, the movement making it even more
irresistible. A brunette Lurcher wearing a pink bikini with blood
splatters on the cups had half her face missing, her eye hanging
from its socket.
    “ That has got to be the
least sexy thing I’ve ever seen,” Fritz said.
    Then a three hundred pound man
in a tight pair of speedos stumbled through the foliage.
    “ I remain corrected,”
Fritz said.
    “ That’s enough
sightseeing,” Bill said. “Form up!”
    The whole Robinson family
nocked their arrows and raised their
bows. They fired. The arrows sailed through the air and struck the
Lurchers in the head, neck and chest. Only those struck in the head
went down, trampled underfoot by those pushing from behind. The
other Lurchers continued forward with arrows jutting from their
torsos. Those not impaled got to their feet and reached for the
meat with outstretched fingers.
    “ Jack!” Bill said.
“Release Coconut Bomb one!”
    Jack lowered his bow and
pulled on the vine. The net opened, spilling its contents onto the
hapless Lurchers below. The coconuts
smashed open skulls and squirted brain matter over adjacent
Lurchers. Proceeding Lurchers tripped over their fallen
comrades.
    “ Ernest!” Bill shouted.
“Release the first trunk of terror!”
    Ernest pulled on a vine,
and the trunk was released from its
restrictive struts. The razor-edge glinted in the embers of
daylight, and slammed into the Lurchers. It cut through the first
row, slicing off heads and arms. The Lurchers behind took the force
of the blow, and got knocked sideways, spilling into the open jaws
of a pit. Spikes pierced their bodies in a dozen places, entering
the soft rotten corpses like a finger in jelly. Some were impaled,
but still alive. They put their arms out to either side to push
themselves off the spikes, but lacked the strength to do so. The
family continued to fire arrows at the Lurchers, aiming for the
soft tainted flesh of their faces. Ernest pulled on the vine,
returning the trunk back to its resting position, and released it
again.
    “ We should have made the
holes deeper,” Fritz said.
    “ Yes,” Bill said. “All
the way to Brazil.”
    O nly once the hole was packed shoulder to shoulder with
Lurchers could the undead stumble forward over their comrades’
heads and grab the meat. Tiny morsels fell into the waiting mouths
and grasping hands of those below. The Lurchers bit one another and
fought over the tiny scraps. The vine holding the bait snapped, and
the meat fell into the pit along with the Lurcher. As the Lurchers
stumbled over one another in the pits, they came to the next row of
holes, and fell through the leaves.
    “ Get back!” Bill shouted
to Ernest and Jack, who were standing on branches over the
hoard.
    Jack jumped with easy
agility to another branch. Ernest
crouched down and crawled to another limb. The rest of the family
took aim and continued to fire arrows.
    There was a booming roar
from one of the pits. The tiger growled,
and the Lurchers groaned back. The tiger backed into a corner, and
the Lurchers converged. The tiger swung out with its paw and caught
a Lurcher’s knee, knocking the leg off. The Lurcher fell to his
remaining knee and crawled toward the tiger, who swiped again,
taking off the Lurcher’s head. The tiger rose up on his back legs
and swung his paw again, crushing a second Lurcher’s skull. Another
Lurcher, with legs that dragged behind him, fell into the hole,
landing on top of the tiger, who, startled, leapt across to the
other side of the pit. The Lurcher opened his jaws and bit into the
tiger’s flesh. The tiger roared, grabbed the Lurcher and tore it
off. The other Lurchers