Chapter 9

Chapter Nine Beyond the Town Square, by the old marsh swamp, is a trio of zombies. They're stuck in the mud, totally unable to move. So Skaelka, Dirk, and I are using them for lasso practice.

第九章越过城镇广场，在老沼泽的沼泽边，是三个丧尸。 它们被困在泥里，完全无法移动。 所以斯卡卡，德克和我用它们来练习套索。

I'm terrible at lassoing. Just then, I hear June calling Dirk and me back to the tree house. We find Quint and June leaning against our post-apocalyptic truck, Big Mama. Normally, Big Mama is a classic monster- battling vehicle with gadgets and weapons galore. Like this... But not anymore... Big Mama has changed. The bottle-rocket launchers, the arrow turret, the monster-slugging weapons—everything that fills the truck bed has been removed. And been replaced by the couch. "Um. What am I looking at here?" I ask.

我不擅长套索。就在这时，我听到琼叫我和德克回到树屋。 我们发现昆特和琼靠在我们的后世界末日卡车“大妈妈”上。 通常，“大妈妈”是一辆经典的怪兽战斗车，配备了大量的小工具和武器。 像这样…但现在不是了…… 妈妈变了。装瓶火箭发射器、箭头炮塔、怪物弹头武器——所有填满卡车底盘的东西都被搬走了。 取而代之的是沙发。 “嗯。我现在看到的是什么？”我问。

June shrugs. "Quint built it." Dirk elbows me in the side. "I helped yesterday. But barely." "Jack, where are the sleeping bags that I requested you retrieve?" Quint asks. Last week, Quint tasked me with tracking down some heavy-duty, outdoorsy, "I'm about to climb a mountain"–type sleeping bags. It went well—until I met the zombified staff of Dick's Sporting Goods.... Anyway, I toss the sleeping bags into Big Mama, and we all climb in. Minutes later, we're pulling up

6月耸了耸肩。“昆特造的。” 德克用肘撞我的侧面。 “我昨天帮了忙。但几乎没有。” “杰克，我让你拿的睡袋在哪里？”五度音问道。 上周，昆特让我去找一些重型户外睡袋，“我要去爬山了”那种。 一切都很顺利，直到我遇到了迪克体育用品....的僵尸员工 总之，我把睡袋扔进“大妈妈”，我们都爬了进去。 几分钟后，我们就要停下来了

to Big Al's Junk Palace. The zombies are everywhere: surrounding the walls, crowding the gate. Dirk parks near the fence. The zombies swarm, moaning, pawing at the windows, and generally being gnarly. June leans forward in her seat. "Quint, how do you plan on getting us inside?" Quint simply says, "To Big Mama's roof!" Dirk yanks open the sunroof, and we all clamber up. Looking down at the rotting zombie faces surrounding the truck, I gulp. Their saliva drips and their undead skin stinks. If we fall over the side, we're zombie chow. "Quint, any chance that whatever we're doing— we could, ah, do it quickly?" I say as a gnarled zombie hand paws at my jeans. "Moving with haste!" Quint replies as he hops into the truck bed. He gives the couch a final once- over, then turns around and announces, "Friends, meet... the Couch-a-Pult!" Um. We're looking at Bardle's fold-out couch.

去大阿尔的垃圾宫殿。僵尸无处不在：包围着墙壁，拥挤着大门。 德克停在篱笆附近。 僵尸蜂拥而来，呻吟着，用爪子抓着窗户，通常都很粗糙。 琼在座位上身体前倾。 “昆特，你打算怎么把我们弄进去？”昆特只是说：“去大妈妈的屋顶！”德克·扬克斯打开天窗，我们都爬上去。 看着卡车周围腐烂的僵尸脸，我咽了口气。 他们会滴口水，他们的皮肤会发臭。 如果我们从边上掉下去，就会被僵尸吃掉。 “昆特，不管我们在做什么，有没有可能——我们能，啊，快点做完？”我说着，一只粗糙的僵尸手抓着我的牛仔裤。 “快走！”昆特一边跳上卡车床一边回答。 他把沙发最后看了一遍，然后转过身来宣布：“朋友们，见一下…… Couch-a-Pult !”嗯。我们在看巴德尔的折叠式沙发。

I'm not sure how to verbalize my confusion. But, thankfully, June knows exactly what to say: "A COUCH?! This is your solution?! This is how we get inside?! My hot-air balloon idea was better!" "My tunnel idea was better!" Dirk says. "My pogo-stick idea was not better," I admit with a shrug. "But still... couch-a-pult?" "Trust me," Quint says, and he tries to say it in a soothing, reassuring sort of way, but it's hard for anything to be soothing or reassuring when there are undead fingers poking at our sneakers. I think one is trying to tie my laces together. Suddenly, a zombie hand grabs Dirk's shin, and my big bud yells, "Anything's better than zombies!" and then we're all following Dirk's lead, slipping into the sleeping bags, plopping down onto the couch, and squeezing in. Moments later

我不知道该如何表达我的困惑。 但是，谢天谢地，琼知道该说什么：“沙发？！”这就是你的解决方案？！我们就这样进去的吗！我的热气球主意更好！”“我的隧道主意更好！”德克说。 我耸耸肩承认：“我的单脚高跷想法并不好。” “但仍…couch-a-pult ?”“相信我，”昆特说，他试图用一种安慰、让人安心的方式说出来，但当有不死生物的手指戳我们的运动鞋时，任何事情都很难让人感到安慰或安心。 我觉得有人想把我的鞋带系在一起。 突然，一只僵尸的手抓住了德克的小腿，我的大朋友喊道：“什么都比僵尸强！”然后我们都跟着德克，钻进睡袋，扑通一声坐在沙发上，挤了进去。 过了一会儿

"In a moment, we will be launched over the wall. When you hit the ground," Quint says, "try to roll." "Roll?" I ask. "Correct," Quint says. "To absorb the impact." "How do I roll? I'm in a sleeping bag. My arms are by my sides." "Bundle yourself." "Bundle?" June asks. "How do I bundle myself?" "Just sort of bunch up," Quint says. "Bunch or bundle?" I ask. "I'm getting mixed messages."

“再过一会儿，我们就会被抛到墙那边去。 当你着地的时候，”昆特说，“试着滚。” “滚?”我问。“没错，”昆特说。 “以吸收冲击。”“我怎么滚？” 我在睡袋里。我的手臂在我的身体两侧。” “包你自己。”“包?”6月问道。 “我怎么把自己捆起来？”昆特说：“就是一堆人。” “一捆还是一捆？”我问。“我得到的信息很复杂。”