As they walked away from the blazing zombie carcasses, a thought flashed through Vulture's mind. Previously, he hadn't paid much attention to the events that had gradually unfolded since they left City A to get to their base. From there, they journeyed to City B to track down their master's family and eventually rescue them.
"Do you think one of us might be a jinx?" Vulture asked incredulously. He had noticed that not a day passed without them encountering some form of danger or problem. Dealing with zombies was one thing, but recently, they had faced more traitors, were hunted by creepy zombie hordes, and now even evolved zombies.
"Are you talking about yourself?" Sparrow snorted, looking Vulture up and down. Now that Vulture had mentioned it, Sparrow really did think he might be the jinx. "If you ask me, I'm quite lucky and often stumble upon good opportunities, so it's highly likely it's you." Sparrow didn't spare Vulture's feelings at all.
