Bloody Hell! It's a GT!

Slash!

The sound of the blade slicing a flesh, followed by the sound of blood spraying sounded, then the sound of a heavy object falling on the ground.

"That's a big as* cat if you ask me"

Soldier One looked at the beheaded mutated cat whose size is almost comparable to that of a small car, like a Prius.

Then he looked at Alex who was cleaning the leftover blood on his blade and said, "Are we bringing the carcass with us sir?"

Alex looked at the sun that's already setting and replied, "Uhmm, put it on the back of the truck. The meat of a mutated animals would be a good nourishment for the kids"

The two people who heard what Alex said couldn' help but twiched their mouths subconsciously and thought to themselves.

'Those kids are certainly lucky that it was us who found them. I wonder if the commander would keep looking after them when we go back. If he does, then they'd just won the lottery of doomsday'