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“Definitely. The putrid weed smell is mixed in but a vague human smell is there.”

Jason grinds his teeth.

“Let’s go. And kill them all.”

“We should still be careful.”

“They have that strange weapon.”

“I already know!”

The Jason brothers begin to carefully approach the place where the humans have stalled.

They quiet their breaths and approach without a sound.

As they get closer, the body odor of the humans gets stronger.

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