The Camp:
Observing the brutal rape and murder of the two travelers made Jinx more cautious. He didn’t want to hurt people to be cruel, but he was tired of being the wiping mat for the world.
Once he found a chance, he struck off the path. He wasn’t stupid, he followed the line of brush and trees off the road enough to hide if he caught a noise. He resorted to the prickly pads from the desert plants for food and water, almost heaving them back up when he ate, but they relieved the headache. The buzzing disappeared, to be replaced by a strange crunching sound.
Lucky still followed just out of reach, like he understood Jinx would eat him if he caught him. On the side of a mountain, Jinx spied what looked like ruins alongside the path ahead. He used his best guess and decided he’d reach it
