Jimmy made it home with a small sense of hope. Once he confirmed that there weren't any invaders across the line where the grasslands were separated from the rocky mountains, he became a bit hopeful, and tried to gain some motivation from the fact that his tribe was not getting invaded tonight. He tried to keep a positive attitude, because otherwise everything would spiral out of control beyond what he could handle!
He was sure that he had a few days to prepare against the incoming wave of enemies, three days at most before the first wave struck, and so he wanted to spend those three days making Compy clones in bulk! He figured that if he made over a hundred of them, likely somewhere around one-hundred and fifty in total, along with the clones he already had, then his tribe might just have a chance to fight off the wave of over four-hundred enemies without getting anyone from his tribe involved in close combat!
