"Are you mocking us?" Denia narrowed her eyes.
Alexander chuckled. "You got me wrong, honey."
"Am I?"
"What I want to say," his two hands were on his waist, and his gaze returned to the body of the man at his feet. "He may not be a cannibal."
"But he threatened us, Alex," said Jerry. "He even threatened my daughter saying there was no meat for him to eat because my daughter is so thin!"
"I know and I heard that," said Alexander. "But if we think about it, he was just bluffing."
"Are you sure?" Denia approached Alexander, then looked at the man's corpse.
"Have you ever met any savages as clean as him?" Alexander took a deep breath.
Denia, Jerry, and Sofia looked at the condition of the corpse near them. And Alexander was right, the corpses looked the same as theirs and tended to be even cleaner.
"Yeah, right!" said Alexander as if he regretted that he had killed the man. "And I had shot him right in the head. Damn it!"