Alex was cutting the parts that could be sold. After some time, the father asked Alexander to collect the pieces to sell.
"Yes, father," replied Alexander.
"And you, Benjamin, stay close to me. You never know," said the father.
The father, holding his gun tightly, eyed the surroundings suspiciously.
"What is this?" he asked his son, pointing to a creature standing a few feet away from them.
"A Necrotor," Benjamin replied with a shudder.
"And what do you know about them?" asked the father, visibly worried.
"Not much, other than their name," Benjamin confessed, his voice shaking.
"The Deathstalkers are ruthless creatures who only seek to kill in order to grow stronger," the father explained gravely. "They often travel alone, even attacking their congeners, which makes their existence for researchers a real mystery. They are recognized by their black skin, their red eyes, and the nauseating smell of rot that accompanies them."
"There, it's done, dad!" exclaimed Alexander, proudly brandishing the dismembered creature.
The father glanced around, then announced, "Good, now let's wait for my friend. He should be here any minute."
Shortly after, they heard a loud engine noise approaching.
Gradually, the shape of an armored truck loomed on the horizon, and came to rest at their height.
The driver, a jovial little man, gave them a smile as he opened the window.
"Hey, Robert! How are you? Didn't I keep you waiting too long?"
"No, my friend, you're here just in time," Robert replied, visibly relieved. "
Children, I present to you Turtle, a very good friend of mine."
"Hello, sir," Benjamin and Alexander said in unison.
"Well, what is this blood?"
Turtle asked, pointing to the shredded remains of the Deathstalker.
"Nothing, just a Necrotor," Alexander replied, still calm.
"Ah, those bloody bugs... That's already less," Turtle exclaimed, bursting out laughing. "Okay, get on! I have to get to the next town in an hour."
The trio climbed into the truck, and drove off into the darkness, leaving behind the gory memories of an encounter with a Deathstalker.
As the truck rolled through the wasteland, the father and his two sons, Benjamin and Alexander, found themselves alone with their thoughts, lulled by the steady rumble of the armored vehicle.
However, the silence didn't last long as Tortue, the driver, and Robert, the father, began discussing various topics. The dull sound of the truck enveloped them, isolating them from the outside world, as if they were the only living beings on this earth.
Finally, after an hour of travel, they arrived at the town of Zork.
Turtle got out of the truck to take delivery of his cargo and announced that he would be back on the road soon. The eyes of the three companions were on him as he walked away
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