Jake moved through the jungle, bothered by the mosquitos and other bugs as he tried to move as far from civilization as possible. Maybe if something like that happened again, at least he would be far enough away that no-one else would get hurt. Nobody else would die. Except perhaps him. He didn't bring any food with him when he left, and he wasn't a hunter, so it might be a very short time that he would be a danger to anyone.
He looked over his shoulder, and sighed.
"Goodbye, old friend. I hope you don't come looking for me. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt."
Days in the jungle, he learned to find fruit that he recognised was edible, and gathered it as he continued moving. He hadn't resorted to hunting yet, as he had no weapon or a way to light a fire even if he could find a way to kill something.
He arrived at a large clearing in the forest. In the middle is a pond, but with seemingly no water feeding it. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Jake walked towards it, but slammed right into something, and sat down hard. He massaged his stubbed toe for a moment, then looked around for what he had stubbed his toe on. He found nothing. Curiously, he reached his hand out. His knuckles brushed against what felt like stone or marble. Was there an invisible building of some kind here?
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