Marcus: *there has been a recent storm.... Much of the area's wildlife fled... They are -for the first time in several hundred years- moving.... The tribe is packed up and begins going ((whichever direction the desert happens to be in just so I can run into some characters))... He sees some animal track and begins following them*
((He doesn't know how... He just destroys technology when he touches it... It just happens... It's an inherited ability from his dead parents...))