Jin didn't go straight home.
He knew he should. His legs were tired, his hands still ached under the bandages, and he hadn't eaten anything since waking up. But there were still a few places on the way back where he remembered gates opening during the Thinning, and he couldn't walk past them without at least looking.
So he looked.
The first was a small gate site in the parking lot behind an old supermarket. The asphalt was cracked and scorched in a wide circle, and there were a few things lying around the edges. A rusted machete. A spear shaft with no head. A pair of gloves with metal claws sewn into the fingers, half of the claws already snapped off. He picked each of them up, held them for a second, and put them back down. Nothing.
