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By Troy Massie


Bob Lehring and his son Jimmy were on their way to Lake Fossil.  Bob and his family had not been well off financially ever since he had been laid off after the closing of the GM plant nearly a year ago.  Bob knew he had just enough money to show his son and himself a good time.

Bob had gone to Lake Fossil with his father when he was younger.  It would be Jimmy’s first time at the lake.

“Almost there, Jimmy,” Bob said to his son.

“Good, dad,” Jimmy replied.  “I can’t wait!”

Bob was determined to show his son a good time, mainly because he was unable to provide much for him at Christmas and his birthday because of the financial rut his family had been in over the past year.

Bob wanted his wife Marsha to come up with them, but she had plans to go to a picnic; she was not a fan of fishing anyway.

Jimmy looked out of his window to see a sign that said Lake Fossil 5 Miles.  His eyes lit up with joy.  Bob got off at the exit and pulled into a nearby gas station.

The two of them walked in; Bob grabbed a six-pack of Budweiser and a package of beef jerky, and Jimmy grabbed a large Orange Gatorade and a package of peanuts.

Bob paid for the items, and they both walked back outside.  Jimmy stopped for a moment and looked at his surroundings.  He was amazed by what he saw.  He was eight, and he knew only residential areas for the most part; he had not traveled much.  He looked around at the barns, cornfields and open fields.  He breathed in the refreshing air with a large smile on his face.

“This is it, son,” Bob said.  He had the same large smile on his face as his son.  “This is where we come to get away.  Enjoy it while it lasts.”

It was a great autumn day.  The temperature was moderate, and the breeze was subtle and relaxing.  The sky was blue, and all of the clouds were pure white, not coming anywhere near the shining sun.

Bob and Jimmy got back into the truck and moved along.  Bob was visiting his friend Larry who had a trailer, boat and dock up at the lake.  Bob had his own canoe, which was strapped into the bed of his truck.  Larry had a nice motor boat, but Bob preferred the canoe; he felt that it was more authentic.

Bob drove through the country roads, getting further and further from civilization as they went along.  Jimmy stared out of his window, admiring everything he saw.

They reached a graveled area.  A small building was straight ahead.  There was a large Pepsi sign in front of the building.  Above it said, Dig Trailer Park.

To the right was a large channel of water with docks and boats in sight.  Right by the channel was a gate with a tall man sitting to the side of it.  A small booth was next to the man.

“Well, this is it,” Bob said.  “Just as I remember it.”  He pulled up to the gate and stopped to wait for the tall man to approach him.

“Are you visitors or residents?” the man asked while leaning down to look Bob in the eyes.

“We’re visitors,” Bob replied.

“Okay, that’ll be two dollars.”

Bob pulled out two dollar bills and eagerly handed them to the man.

“All right, you two have a nice day,” the man said.  He smiled, showing his teeth and gums.

“Thank you,” Bob said.

The tall man pulled a lever and the gate opened up slowly.  Bob drove through, going only ten miles per hour over the gravel road.

“So where’s Larry’s trailer?” Jimmy asked.

“Should be right up here,” Bob replied.

“Okay.”  Jimmy paused.  “I learned a lot about fossils in science class.”

“Yep,” Bob said, smiling.  “This whole lake used to be filled with dinosaur fossils.  Now they’re at the museum you and your mom went to last year.  Pretty cool, huh?”

“Yeah!” Jimmy said.  His eyes widened.  “Do you think we’ll see any today?”

“I doubt it.  They’ve cleared all of the fossils out of here, I’m pretty sure.  We’ll have fun though.  There’re a lot of cool things to see out here.”

Jimmy smiled and sighed.

Bob picked up a card on his dashboard.  It said 1204, the number of Larry’s trailer.

Bob looked to his right and saw the number right away.  He pulled into a small parking area right next to Larry’s truck.

Bob and Jimmy got out and headed toward the trailer.  They could both hear the TV blaring from inside.  It sounded like an old western movie was on.

As the two of them drew closer they could hear the sound of loud snoring along with the high volume of the TV.

Bob looked at Jimmy as if to say, “This might be a while”.

Bob knocked on the door with moderate force.

There was no reply or movement that could be heard.

Bob knocked again with more force this time.  He and Jimmy could hear some scrambling now.  The sound of the TV diminished, and the door opened.

“Hey, fellas!” Larry said while hugging the two of them.  He looked a little different than the last time Bob had seen him.  He looked older.  He was tan, and he had a large beard and long hair.  He was wearing a tank top, swimming trunks and sandals.

“Hey there, Larry,” Bob said.  “Thanks again for having us over.”

“Hey, no problem.  How are you, my man?” he asked Jimmy.

“I’m great!” he replied.

“You ready ta catch some dinosaurs?”


Bob burst out with laughter.

“Good!” Larry said.

“So how have you been doin’ over here?” Bob asked Larry.

“Oh, it’s great.  It really is the life.  It’s been a little lonesome up here lately though.  I sure am glad you two came up.”

“Yeah, we are too.  The perfect getaway.”

“You got that right!”

Jimmy began to admire Larry’s boat, which was a red and white Seavdoo Speedster 200.  It was parked by the dock next to Larry’s trailer.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Larry said to Jimmy while walking up and putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, it is,” Jimmy replied.

“You wanna go for a ride?”


“All right, we will later,” Bob said.  “I wanna get out there with the canoe first.”


“You wanna go out with us?” Bob asked Larry.

“No, I’ve got a few things ta take care of right now.  You two have fun though.  We can take Clara out when you get back.  I will help you get your boat out on the water though.”


“Go ahead and back up into that channel over there.”  Larry pointed to a slope that declined into the water.  “We can all ride up there together.”

“Sounds good.”

They all got into Bob’s truck and headed to the slope.  They went through the entrance/exit gate, which opened as they approached.

Bob backed up slowly down the slope.

“All right, you’re good,” Larry said.  “Go ‘head and park ‘er.  Push in your emergency brake.”

Bob did so, and the three of them got out of the truck.  Jimmy put on his life jacket.  Bob grabbed the two oars, two rods and tackle box out of the canoe and set them on the ground.  He then unhooked the strap that held the boat in the truck bed.  Bob and Larry each grabbed one side of the boat and eased it into the channel.

They let it float until the end of it reached the water.  Then they both held onto it so it would not float away.

“Jimmy, go ahead and grab the stuff on the ground and get in,” Bob said.

“Okay,” Jimmy replied.  He placed the oars, rods and tackle box into the boat and stepped in carefully.  He headed to the middle of the boat and sat down on one of the seats while picking up one of the oars.

“All right, you’re good ta go,” Larry said.  “I’ll take your truck back to the trailer.”

“Thanks, Larry,” Bob said while shaking his hand.

“All right, I’ll be at the trailer when you get back.”

“See ya,” Jimmy said.


Bob stepped into the canoe and quickly grabbed the other oar.  They both paddled and headed toward the body of the lake.  They both admired the trailers and other scenery as they moved along.  Larry’s trailer was a little run down, but many of the others were very nice and presentable.  There were some gulls relaxing on a few of the docks.  There were also a few people fishing off the docks.

“Hey there, partners!” an old man called out to Bob and Jimmy.  He was sitting at the edge of one of the docks fishing.  He had white hair and a white beard and looked like Santa Claus.

“Hey, how’s it goin’?” Bob asked, smiling.

“Pretty good.  Helluva day fer fishin’.  Caught me a white bass just a bit ago.  A lot a’ perch and catfish out here too.”

“That’s good.  Have a good time.”

“Good luck ta you guys.”

“Thanks,” Jimmy and Bob called out simultaneously.

Bob and Jimmy had reached a spot where they could see the body of the lake and some trees and a road with vehicles passing by.  There were some Jet Skis, motor boats and sail boats out, and light waves were now rocking up against the canoe.

“Well, we better anchor here soon,” Bob said.  “We don’t wanna tip over.”

Jimmy chuckled.  He picked up his miniature fishing pole and looked at it.  He had gone fishing a few times before at a pond near their home in Moraine, but he did not know how to cast or set the hook.

Bob went ahead and dropped the anchor near the peak of the channel and the body of the lake.  He looked to his right and saw an area of luxurious homes.  He tapped Jimmy on the shoulder and pointed toward them.  They both admired the homes.  They were all very tall and white, and they looked like lighthouses with balconies.  They could see a few Cadillacs and other nice cars parked near the homes.

Bob grabbed Jimmy’s pole and opened his tackle box.  He pulled out an orange bobber and attached it to the line of the pole.  He then pulled out a Styrofoam container and opened it.  He pulled out a night crawler and hooked it to the hook.  He then cast out the line and reeled it in just enough to lock it.  He handed the pole to Jimmy.

“Now if you see that bobber go down let me know and I’ll set the hook,” Bob said.  “Then you can reel it in.”

“Okay,” Jimmy replied.

Bob then got his pole ready.  He always preferred fake bait.  He pulled out a bright, yellow minnow lure and hooked it on.  He cast out and reeled back in slowly.

The sun was still shining bright.  The wind was blowing a little harder, but it was still very relaxing.  Bob cracked open one of his beers and took a chug while Jimmy drank from his Gatorade bottle.  Then they both pulled out their snacks and began to munch on them.

“Your mom doesn’t know what she’s missin’ out here,” Bob said.

“I know,” Jimmy replied.  “It’s her loss.”

Bob chuckled.  He reeled back in all the way and then cast back out.

“Has she tried to call your cell phone?” Jimmy asked.

“I doubt it,” Bob replied.  “I’m not getting any service out here right now though.”  He pulled out his cell phone and looked at it to see that there were no service bars.  “Besides, I’m sure she’s livin’ it up at the picnic.”

Jimmy smiled.  He looked to his right and saw a large Tyrannosaurus Rex statue planted in front of an area of bushes.

“Daddy, look!” Jimmy pointed at the statue.

“Whoa!” Bob replied.  “That’s somethin’.  It looks so real.”

“I know!”

Jimmy then noticed that his bobber was dunking in and out of the water.

“Dad, my bobber!” he said.

Bob set his pole down while the line was still cast out.  He grabbed Jimmy’s pole and waited for the bobber to go down all the way.

When it did he pulled the pole up with great force, setting the hook.  He reeled a couple of times and then handed the pole to Jimmy.

Jimmy used all of his strength to reel the line in.  He was struggling a little, but he did not give up.

“Keep goin’, son,” Bob said.  You almost have him!”

Jimmy kept reeling.  He clenched his teeth and pressed his lips together.

He had finally pulled the fish in enough to where it was splashing right in front of him.

“All right, let me see,” Bob said.

Jimmy handed the pole to his father, who finished reeling in the fish.

It turned out to be a rather large blue gill.  It flopped around in the air as if it were fighting it.

Bob brought it over toward them.

“Look at that!” he said.  “Good job, Jimmy!”

“Thanks, dad!” Jimmy replied.  “It’s a big one!”

“Sure is.” Bob grabbed the fish with one hand and the hook with the other.  He freed the fish from the hook and threw it back into the water.

He held his palm up to Jimmy, and Jimmy slapped it.

Bob put another worm on Jimmy’s hook and cast the line back out.  He handed the pole back to Jimmy.  He reeled his line back in all the way and cast it back out, reeling in slowly.

They had both noticed that the sky had grown darker.  They both looked up to see a large, gray cloud beginning to cover the sun.  There were others moving in as well.

“Damn,” Bob whispered to himself.

“I thought it was apposed to be sunny all day,” Jimmy said with a tone of disappointment.

“I thought so too, son.  I thought so too.”  He paused for a moment.  “It’s okay though.  We’ll keep fishing for now.  If it starts rainin’ we’ll head back.  Larry’s trailer is just over there.”


Bob continued to reel in; the pressure grew as he did.  He knew he had something.  He began to reel in more forcefully.

“You got something?” Jimmy asked.

“Think so,” Bob replied.  He stood up with his legs bent and one leg forward, keeping himself on balance.  He was now flexing almost every muscle in his body.

“You okay, dad?”

“Yep.”  Bob was standing his ground, but the canoe began to rock back and forth a little.  He sat back down and continued reeling; now he was barely able to move the reel at all.

Then the pressure released altogether, and Bob sprung forward and landed on his hands and knees near the front of the boat.  The boat rocked, almost tipping over.  His pole fell out of his hands and almost tipped over the edge.

“Dad, are you okay?” Jimmy asked while standing up.

Bob pushed himself up and looked back at his son.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said.  “Sit back down.”

Jimmy sat back down and picked up his pole.  The bobber was still floating, moving very little.

“You had a big one,” Jimmy said.

“Yeah, sure did,” Bob replied while reeling the line back in.  His knees were hurting him, but he tried to ignore the pain.  There was no hook at the end of his line when he brought it back in.

They both looked up and noticed that the sky was now completely gray.  It looked as if it could storm at any time.

Bob sighed.  “Guess we better head back.”

“Okay,” Jimmy replied.  He reeled his line back in and handed the pole to his father.

Bob took the worm off the hook and threw it into the water.  He connected the hook to the pole and set it down.  He then pulled the anchor up out of the water, and the two of them began to row back toward the channel.

They were about to re-enter the channel when they both heard a loud thumping noise.  It was consistent, and it was growing louder with each thud.

They both stopped paddling and looked around.  The people on Jet Skis and motor boats had also come to a halt; they all looked around.

“What is that?” Jimmy asked.

“I’m not sure,” Bob replied.  He looked over to the other side of the lake, from where the noise seemed to be coming.  The sky was growing even darker, but the surroundings were still visible.

Bob and Jimmy resumed their paddling, faster than ever now.  The others out on the water also began to hurry back to land.

Just as Bob and Jimmy entered the channel they both heard terrified screams behind them.

They both stopped and looked back immediately.

Jimmy screamed and Bob looked in horror at what was on the other side of the lake.

It was a large Tyrannosaurus Rex, only its head was nothing but a dusty, gray skull.  It was able to roar loudly even with its handicap.  It stomped back and forth near a forest area, its tail swinging and wiping out everything it came in contact with; which included cars, signs and bushes.  One of the cars was hurled into the lake, and it almost slammed right into a man on a Jet Ski.  It was unclear if anyone was in the car.

The car descended slowly into the water, bubbling as it went.  The man on the Jet Ski stared at it in horror then looked back at the T-rex.  He accelerated the Jet Ski and began to move further away from the car and the dinosaur; he did not appear to have a specific destination.

Bob and Jimmy turned back around; they were about to go down the channel and head for safety when they both heard a rustling noise over by the bushes to their left.

They looked over and saw that the T-rex statue was now moving.  At first it appeared to be simple electronic movements, but then it roared and began to walk, showing real life movement and utterance.  It was considerably smaller than the T-rex across the lake, but it was still much larger than a human, and it looked extremely dangerous.

Bob and Jimmy both knew that they could not continue down the channel.  The living statue looked like it was capable of jumping onto them.

They reversed their paddles and headed back toward the body of the lake.  The small T-rex just stared at them and growled lightly.

“Daddy, where are we going to go?” Jimmy asked.

“I’m not sure,” Bob replied.  “We’ll figure out something though.”

They were now in the body of the lake again.  The small T-rex was now walking away from them along the channel.  Bob looked back and saw that the Santa Claus look-alike and the other people that had been fishing were now out of sight.  He thought anxiously about how the T-rex was heading toward Larry.  He could not see Larry or his trailer from where they were in the canoe.  He wished that he could warn Larry somehow, but he had no service with his cell phone, and he would not be able to yell out and reach him because of the large distance between them, not to mention the possibility of bringing the T-rex back over toward the canoe.

Bob and Jimmy both looked back over across the lake at the large T-rex.  It was still in the same spot, but it was not causing as much commotion as it had.  It was fairly still and seemed to be getting tired.

They both noticed some approaching figures in the sky to the left of them.  The figures appeared to be birds at first, but Bob and Jimmy both had a dreadful feeling that they were not.

Bob held onto his oar as if he was holding a baseball bat.

“Get ready, son,” he said.  “If one of those things swoops down, pretend that you’re A. Rod and knock it out of the park.”

Jimmy picked up the oar and held it just like his father.  They both watched as the unidentified flying objects grew closer.

Bob and Jimmy then recognized what they were: three pterodactyls flying side by side.  They passed Bob and Jimmy and seemed to not be aware of any of the humans below them.  They just flew gracefully, and then they were out of sight.

Everyone out on the water was now ready for anything after what they had seen so far.  Bob looked around and counted three Jet Skis, two sail boats and five motor boats.  They were all pretty far away from the canoe, close to the middle of the lake.  None of them were moving except for some light bobbing due to the riffling of the water.

Bob looked past all of the boats and noticed that the large T-rex that was across the lake was now out of sight.  It scared Bob even more to think that the giant lizard was most likely terrorizing the town now.

He then thought to himself that they needed to head back into the channel to check on Larry.  The smaller T-rex was also out of sight and probably nearing Larry.

Bob was confused as to what to do.  It seemed that any turn he decided on would turn out to be a trap.  He did not want to put his son in any more danger, and he wanted to do something to try and help Larry.

Right before Bob had a chance to make a decision as to where to navigate, the ground began to rumble again.  Dirt began to fly up out of the ground near the lake.  Bob and Jimmy looked around to see that it was happening all around the lake; it appeared to be a storm coming out of the ground.  The sky remained gray, but there were no other signs of a thunderstorm.

Something began to rise up out of the crumbling soil, making the dirt ascend even higher.  The dirt began to flick onto Bob and Jimmy and inside the canoe, so they both paddled back toward the body of the lake.

Now the things coming up out of the dirt were much more noticeable.  They were fossils of dinosaurs.

They rose up all around the lake, surrounding it.  They were not complete skeletons, but they were easily distinguishable from one another.  Bob and Jimmy looked to see a cracked skull of a triceratops connected to a spine and two upper limbs.  There was also a skeleton of a brontosaur minus the tail and two back limbs.  Most of the others were just miscellaneous bones connected to stone.  They were all gray and dusty.

Once all of the fossils had been unearthed completely, the shaking of the ground stopped.  The fossils stood still; many of them looked as if they were on display in a museum.

Then they started to rattle, and appeared to be coming to life.  The partial triceratops began to drag itself with its front limbs.  The brontosaurus did the same.  The smaller fossils just hopped around back and forth.

At the other end of the lake, there were two complete skeletons; one of which was a T-rex and the other was a stegosaurus.  They both seemed to be competing for which of them would be the ruler of all of the fossils.  Though they did not have eyes, the two of them seemed to be staring each other up and down; each of them ready to strike at one another.

The other partial fossils continued to bounce around; they seemed to be egging on the T-rex and stegosaurus.  Many of them fell into the water in the midst of the commotion, making large, cannonball-like splashes.  They most likely just sank to the bottom as none of them resurfaced.

Bob began to think about how unsafe the water probably was.  Only God knew what was lurking underneath.  Whatever had taken his hook had to be monstrous.

Bob and Jimmy looked across the lake at the T-rex and stegosaurus; they were now head-butting each other.  The T-rex had the upper hand because it was much larger, but the stegosaurus was putting up one hell of a fight as well.  Bob and Jimmy could hear the loud cracking sounds of the fossils’ heads banging up against one another.  Small bits of bone chipped off of them after each hit.

The other partial fossils that were left on the ground (only about half of the original) were bouncing even higher now.  It seemed that the ones on the left were rooting for the stegosaurus and the ones on the right were rooting for the T-rex.

The two fossils kept going at it, neither of them slowing down or hesitating.  They looked like robots fighting.

They were both inching closer and closer to the water with each blow.  The stegosaurus appeared to be tripping on the edge of the land.  Then the T-rex drew back its head almost as far as it would go and swung for what it seemed to have hoped to be the final blow.

As the heavy strike came in, the stegosaurus ducked, losing its balance and falling into the water.  The T-rex also lost its balance after the miss and fell into the water.

They both sank quickly.  They attempted to swim but did not succeed.  Once they were no longer visible, bubbles began to come up, resembling the aftermath of a sinking ship.

The remaining partial fossils began to fall into the water one by one as if trying to rescue their masters.  They all sank as well.

The surroundings were now empty, destructed and deathly silent.  The sky had not grown any darker.

Before anyone on the lake had a chance to continue on to safety, the ground began to rumble again.  More creatures rose up out of the same spots of which the fossils had risen.

More dinosaurs rose, this time in full flesh.  Bob and Jimmy studied them.  Most of them they recognized: triceratops, velociraptors, allosaurs, and brontosaurs.  There were also others which the Lehrings did not recognize at all.

When the dinosaurs had reached the ground they growled lightly and began to stagger around.  They did not seem to have much intelligence at all.  Many of them slobbered and seemed to be unable to close their mouths.  Others were cross-eyed, and others had gashes in their heads with blood seeping out.  They all seemed to be weak and hungry.

Bob realized after a moment that the creatures were dinosaur zombies.  The zombies did not seem to be aware of the people out on the lake.  There were no other people on the ground around the lake that the Lehrings could see; they had most likely all fled by now.

A few of the zombies tripped and fell into the lake.  They sank even quicker than the fossils had.

The other stronger ones just roamed around and moaned, looking for food.  They were obviously angry and frustrated.  They were overcrowded and bumped into each other.  A few more of them fell into the water, but most of them were now able to stand their ground.

Bob and Jimmy were afraid, but they were thankful that nothing was coming up out of the water though they knew it could still happen at some point.

Bob made eye contact with one of the allosaurs.  It stared at him and moaned louder than the others.  The other zombies eventually caught on and looked over at Bob, Jimmy and the other humans out on the lake.

The zombies were smart enough not to jump into the water after the humans, but they were tempted.  They paced back and forth, moaning and staring the whole time.

Then creatures behind the zombies began to approach.  They looked similar to humans and were staggering around just like the dinosaur zombies.

As they got closer it became apparent what the creatures were: zombies of cavemen.  There were males and females; some of them were completely nude while others were covered by torn rags.  They met up with the dinosaurs, nodding as if they were acquaintances.  The cave people moaned and seemed to be attempting to speak.

“Rraaayy!” they all muttered.

Brains! Bob thought.

A few of the cave people walked directly over the edge and into the water, sinking right away.  The others stood with the dinosaurs, creating a moaning harmony.

Bob and Jimmy looked back to see that the cave people and the dinosaurs were lined up on both sides of the channel; they also all lined the entire lake as well.  Bob just hoped that Larry and everyone else had taken off by now.  All of the trailers were most likely being demolished now though Bob could not see them.

Bob and Jimmy heard the sound of a high-pitched bark coming from the channel area.  A small poodle came into view between one of the gaps between the zombies.  It barked at the zombies, bouncing back and forth in a tantrum.

One of the cave zombies picked up the poodle with one hand, holding it up.  The dog attempted to bite the arm of the caveman; it did not succeed.

The caveman then proceeded to bite the head off of the dog with one quick bite.  It threw the body of the dog into the lake and began to chew as if it were eating cherries with pits.

The cave zombie spit the skull out into its hand.  It then cracked the skull open with its knee and pulled out the brain.

Many of the other zombies, cavemen and dinosaurs alike, approached the brain, hoping to get a share.

The victor growled and held the brain close to its body as if the brain was a football.

It then slipped the brain into its mouth quickly and chewed it up in delight.  The others were looking around, wondering what had happened to the brain.

The victor smiled and wiped blood from its mouth.  The others had finally given up on getting a piece of the brain the victor had just ingested and moved on to look for their own food.

The cave zombies did not seem to notice the people out on the lake.  They just scrambled around, grunting and bumping into each other.

Things seemed to be calming down for a short moment, but then the water began to bubble just meters away from the canoe.  Bob and Jimmy picked their oars back up, ready to swing.

The bubbles then moved toward the shore, past the canoe.  Bob and Jimmy just sat and watched.  They both knew that the underwater thing could easily change direction and move toward the boat.

The thing then jumped up out of the water in an arch as if it was a dolphin and landed back in the water.  It was a very long, snake-like prehistoric fish.  Bob and Jimmy had seen fish similar to it in science books.  It had a large mouth with sharp teeth and spikes on its back.

Then many others of the sort began to jump up out of the water as well.  Bob was now pretty sure that it had been one of these fish that had taken his line; at first he had pictured it being much larger though.

Bob looked over to see one of the fish jump toward a man on a Jet Ski.  The man’s face was bitten clean off right as he turned his head to look behind him.  The fish landed back in the water before finishing ingesting the human flesh.  The man appeared to be in shock and fell into the water head first.  He did not resurface.  The Jet Ski tilted and landed in the water on its side.  The motor was still running, spitting up water.

“We need ta get outta here, Jimmy,” Bob said while turning the boat back toward the channel and looking around at his surroundings.

“Okay,” Jimmy replied.  He was scared but determined to survive.

“Okay, just help me paddle.  We’re gonna go back into the channel.  We need to stay in the middle of it so those things don’t reach out and grab us.  If those fish jump toward us we’ll hit ‘em with a grand slam.  Once we get to the end of the channel we’ll get out and fight our way through these things.”

“Okay, dad.”

“I love you, son.”

“I love you, dad.”

They both began to paddle back into the channel.  The zombies were still in view, but they were not lining the coast anymore.  They had all moved toward the bushes and trailers, looking for food.

The fish were still jumping, but not near the canoe.  Bob and Jimmy did not bother to look behind them.  They made their way into the channel, paddling with all their strength.  It was especially rough for Jimmy since he was young and did not have much physical strength.  He kept going without stopping though, his muscles breaking down with every movement.

The channel was somewhat calm even with all the commotion.  There was a small amount of rippling going through the water.

They could now see the concrete slope at the end of the channel.  Bob looked to the right to see his truck parked by Larry’s trailer.  Larry’s truck was gone, and his trailer was demolished.  The door was ripped open, and the roof had been torn open.  Most of the objects from inside the trailer were now scattered and broken on the ground, surrounding the trailer.  The zombies were now moving deeper into the trailer park and out toward the road.  Many of them were collapsing due to weakness and hunger.

Bob and Jimmy had gotten very close to the end of the channel when one of the fish jumped near the right side of the canoe where Jimmy resided.  Jimmy screamed and grabbed his oar more tightly.  They floated closer to the slope, watching the water.

Then a fish jumped up out of the water toward Bob, its mouth open and teeth pointing.

Bob swung at the fish as if it was a fastball.  He hit it right in the head, and it flung back into the water, spinning like a fan.

Bob was not sure if he had killed it, but it did not come back up above the water; it had either sank or swam back down to the bottom.

Bob and Jimmy began to paddle again, only a few feet from the slope now.  They heard a splash behind them just as they were about to hold their oars out to grip the slope.

They looked behind to see one of the fish jump into the boat, landing in the back of it.

The fish wiggled around inside the boat, biting at the air and letting out moans of frustration.  Jimmy scooted up a little, and he and Bob watched as the fish struggled to survive outside of the water.

They both paddled a few more times, and the front of the canoe made contact with the concrete slope, grinding up against it and eventually halting.

Bob reached out with his oar and used it as a crutch to keep the boat from going back into the water.

“Go!” he yelled to Jimmy.

Jimmy got up, picked up his oar and carefully walked across the canoe and stepped out onto the slope.  He dropped the oar on the ground and held onto the boat so his father could get out.

Just as Bob stood up to step out of the canoe, the fish from the canoe leaped and bit onto his left arm, so fast that Jimmy had trouble comprehending it at first.

Bob moaned silently and paused as the creature bit into his flesh, connecting itself to his forearm.

Jimmy watched as blood soared out of his father’s arm, and his father attempted to shake the fish off and beat it with the oar in his right hand.

“Move, Jimmy!” Bob said as he jumped from the canoe to the slope, the fish still holding on tight.

Jimmy stepped back and picked his oar back up.  He began to hit the head of the fish repeatedly.

“Jimmy, be careful!” Bob said then moaned again.

The fish was beginning to lose its grip, but its teeth were still puncturing the flesh on Bob’s arm.  He knew that he was losing a lot of blood, but he also knew that he was still far from death.  He would be able to push on.

Jimmy continued to hit the fish with the small amount of energy he had left.  The fish was now bleeding out of both eyes.

Bob then saw a large rock right between the concrete slope and one of the docks.  He inched his way over to it and slammed his oar down onto it, breaking the top off of the oar.  He then began to stab the head of the fish repeatedly.

The fish then went limp and loosened its grip all the way, falling down onto the slope.

It stopped moving altogether.

Bob looked at his arm to see that it was soaked with blood and saliva.  There were multiple puncture wounds with blood seeping out of all of them.

He took off his shirt and tied it around his arm tightly, using his teeth to pull it tight at the end.

He then picked his oar back up with his good hand and led his son to the truck, which was fairly close, but seemed to be miles away.

There were a few zombies, mainly of cave people, that were lying on the ground, motionless.  Bob and Jimmy stepped over them cautiously and silently.  Bob’s arm was still pounding with pain, but he managed to keep himself from moaning.

There were some moving dinosaur zombies that were off in the distance, but they had migrated from Larry’s park.

Bob and Jimmy noticed the ground up dirt as they walked.  There was currently nothing coming out of it.  They would just have to push on a little more so they could reach the truck.

Then a large hand came up out of the ground right in front of Bob and Jimmy; it looked as if it belonged to a giant.

They both stopped and watched as its fingers began to move around, trying to grip something.

Bob and Jimmy ran around the hand toward the truck.  They both opened up their doors, grateful that they were unlocked.  Bob saw that his key was in the ignition.

They both got in and fastened their seat belts.  They kept their oars with them.

“Can you drive, daddy?” Jimmy asked.

“Yep,” Bob replied.  He turned on the ignition and backed out, using his right hand for everything.

The gate was open, so he saw that he would be able to drive through without any problems.

Just as he backed out, more hands came up out of the ground; these were human-sized.  There was a small pathway between the hands and the zombie corpses Bob was able to drive through.

He drove quickly, reaching the open gate in no time.

He went through and made it to the front parking lot.  He looked back in his rear view mirror to see that the giant hand was now a full arm, moving back and forth, loosening the soil little by little.

Bob sped through the parking lot, heading toward the road.  A few of the cave zombies came out of nowhere, and were hit by Bob’s truck before Bob or Jimmy were even aware of it.

Bob sped down Route 34, dodging a few zombie corpses as he excelled.  Jimmy looked out of his window to see skeletons of pterodactyls flying around like carrions.

They could both hear a thunderous rumbling behind them as they fled.

Fe fi fo fum, Bob thought.

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