Ryan proceeded to swat the hideous creature with a metal spatula he found on the kitchen counter. The zombie seemed oblivious to his attempts at freedom and stretched out its gnarled fingernails, ready to scratch Ryan and transform him into an undead monster. But he was determined that somehow he would find a way to escape. Then he eyed something on the windowsill.

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Suddenly, Cal knew what he had to do.

They would build a raft. Prompting his family to their feet, he handed each of them an axe (he had purchased four axes from an axe salesman at the airport for just such an occasion). Vivian, Montague, and Sambastriana stared at them in awe, yet somehow knew what Cal intended them to use them for. All at once, they sprung forth from their hut dwelling and rushed out into the jungle. Axes in hand, they began swatting away at saplings like crazed lumberjacks. Cal instructed Vivian to gather fiberous reeds, which Monty and Sammy instinctively began to tear into strips to tie the wood together. With precision and expertise, they constructed sturdy raft in record time.

It was a fine raft.

Strapping his axe to his back, he hoisted the vessel over his head and headed toward the river. He laid the raft on the surface of the icey, rushing water, holding it in place with his right foot as his wife and two children boarded. He boarded last.