The sun set over the horizon an hour ago. Time was running out, and Jimmy counted nearly every minute of it, because he knew what was at stake. He knew that it was up to him to save the tribe from a mass invasion, because the alternative would be for his entire tribe to flee, and find a new home.
The pressure he felt over his shoulder would put an average lyricist Rapper from back on Earth into manic depression, but he stood strong. He paid little attention to the stress he felt, and simply put some work in to prevent a very horrible morning.
At this point, a third of the tribe had left the comfort of their home cavern just to follow him. They could tell that he had a plan in mind solely based on his rushed stride. They knew that something was going on, because their young Chief didn't nearly look like he was willing to flee!
