We made some unsettling discoveries after the truck sighting. It effected our choice of shelter and our security consciousness.
Detritus in front of one building led us to surmise that the truck had been positioned outside. We entered. In Elijah’s evaluation it was a temple of some kind. I had the same thought, but was puzzled at its barrenness. But then with that truck, its contents could have been carted away easily.
Then around in a candle lit alcove the image of Stan looked benignly down upon us.
We left immediately and looked for a place to rest far away from that edifice.
A fitful day passed with frequent watch changes.
Come night we shook its dust from our feet.