The Son of Rockwell

Chapter 30: Small memories

Bruce woke from something shaking. Sitting up and yawning, he glanced around sleepily to find Vyker taking a hand off Bruce’s sleeping bag. “Morning Bruce.” Vyker said, his voice stern, like normal. Bruce stretched his arms slightly, “Good morning Vyker. Is there something wrong, why did you wake me up?” he asked, getting up and out slowly. Vyker shrugged, “We need an early start. Chief Hiler regularly receives guests, but hates the night.”. Vyker was already moving away to clear up camp as Bruce rolled up his sleeping bag, “And where are the other two?” “Apparently, Amanda has had an acquaintance with Hiler and Tim says that he has a brother or something that lives there.” Vyker shook his head, “I let them go ahead. We’re only a mile or so to the village.” Stuffing equipment into his bag, Bruce frowned, “Do you really think that was a good idea? We all know how dangerous this ARK is.” Vyker shrugged again, looking unfazed by Bruce’s concern, “Yeah, and you know Amanda can heal and fire a gun. And Timothy is…well, let’s just say, he’s had experience.” Vyker put on his backpack and moved over to a triceratops that they had bought back at Tohigh. Bruce sighed, gently putting Sweet Dream’s cryopod into his back back and glanced around. “Is Thrasher hunting or his he with Amanda?” Bruce moved over to Hades and fed him a few berries before picking up the dodo, and putting it in a side pack on the trike. It squawked angrily at him as Bruce jumped on the trikes back with Vyker. “I saw Thrasher go hunting, but knowing the little bugger, he probably followed Timothy for a free meal.” Vyker said, clicking his tongue getting the triceratops to move. It slowly lumbered along. Bruce chuckled, “Well, Tim does feed him a lot.” “Exactly. Thrasher knows that Timothy gives him food, so he follows him instead of hunting.” Vyker said, rather coldly. Bruce, used to this demeanor, laughed. “Raptors are one of the most intelligent creatures alive.” Bruce said, in a matter-o-factly tone. Vyker rolled his eyes, “Any animal will follow food, no matter how unintelligent they are.” Looking around, Vyker sent the trike down a steeper path. Bruce curiously looked for any sigh of life. There was plenty, but not anything he was looking for. “Strange how beasts will just disappear when they want to.” “And annoying how some just won’t go away.” “Like the ants and compys?” “Yes…” Bruce smiled, glad to have sometime only with Vyker. He hadn’t had a chance to actually talk with him, and this was a nice chat, considering how little Vyker actually spoke. Vyker sneered before digging his heels in the trikes sides, making it slow down to a stop. Bruce looked around confused, “Is there something wrong?” Bruce asked, still looking around. Vyker pointed to a figure in the jungle, obscured because of the trees, “Tell me, is that a Gigaraptor, or something else?” Vyker asked. Bruce squinted, “I think it might be one of those elephant things. Blasted, forgot the name.” Vyker nodded slowly, “Right. If there’s one, there are bound to be more, and we don’t have to power to deal with a herd.” Clicking his tongue, Vyker guides the trike away from the figure, which was now moving away deeper into the tree line. Bruce watched the large shadow move away, “Should we tell the chief about that?” Bruce asked, racking his brain for information. Vyke nodded again, “Those things are aggressive if you get to close. So yes.” Vyker smiled slightly, “But, I do know a way to tame them. A friend showed me how.” Bruce looked slightly surprised, “Really?” Vyker laughed, a low booming sound, “Yes she did. She taught me a lot about animals.” “She, who? A sister?” Bruce asked confused. Vyker shrugged, “A ‘date’ I knew. Yu kun, if I’m saying that correctly. She helped me on my first days at the city. She had plans.” Vyker frowned, “Although, I’m not sure where she when’t.”

Bruce stayed silent for bit before his curiously caught up this him, “What happened?” Vyker shrugged, “Last time I remember, she said something about a cave of metal. She never understood TEKs name and different items, different things. So all I can guess is that she entered a man made cave.” Vyker glanced around watching out for danger, “I never saw her since.” After this last sentence Vyker turned quiet, guiding the trike and watching. Bruce stayed silent as well, wondering and theorizing. Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Shrugging off the feeling, he sighed softly, settling in the bumpy ride still wondering.

(Hey! What’s up everyone? Made this chapter for the thirtieth chapter (Wahoo!) and mainly to get back into the game. But anyway, see you around!)

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