This home looks like it was properly vacated; it's bare, but for furniture that looks like it wasn't worth the trouble of hauling away.

"Nope, but man is it irritating!"

Morgan will meanwhile be grabbing the religious iconography and dumping them in a great big pile of shame.

"Weird that they'd leave any cloth behind, honestly. I'd guess that with semi-reliable electricity this could have been a weaving town, but even if you lose your religion, cloth's kind of expensive. Or, well, was, it's less so now. It makes more sense to take it all with you and bleach it."

"Do you want to take all of the hella-old cloth and try to salvage it. Is that what you're proposing."

"No, not really. I'm not sure we have room for it, I don't know where I'd sell it, or if it'd really be worth all the trouble. And I bet they smell."

"You are right about that, princess," she confirms, and tosses another flag with extra prejudice.

"I think you got the answer you were looking for, then." Zash walks on a little bit more then—

—stops.

The wall of this next building has an enormous dent, like some very massive and durable animal came at it at maximum speed and headbutted it. A couple of pipes were destroyed or crushed beyond usability, and the structural integrity of the building is greatly compromised.

Zash looks down the road to the side and notes that there are other buildings that have been similarly damaged, including a couple that crumbled into heaps of scrap metal from the impact of whatever this was.

Yvette notices Zash's observation before Morgan does, what with how Morgan is on a crusade.

"..... Huh. That's concerning. Possibly the same thing that got the worm?"

"Some of this damage looks pretty old. Much older than the worm. I think... whatever did this may still be around."

"Like it's... what, holed up here and protecting the place, then coming online to punch anything that looks at it funny?"

"Maybe. But I would have expected us to have been attacked by now, if that were the case." He walks a bit further then looks to the sides at some other side streets. "...seems like it was following a specific path here. Those buildings are intact."

"Mmm. Probably we should not be causing any kind of fuss and dramatically tearing down signs of the local religion, then."

Morgan has, by this point, overheard them.

".... Ughhhhhhhh fine I'll put them back up."

Zash smiles. "I don't think that's necessary. Besides, at this point you've probably ripped more than a few of those and putting them back up will be a chore."

"It will absolutely be a chore. But I'd rather do a chore than have a fight, you know?"

His smile widens. "Yeah, ideally we won't."

"See! I'm being good and respecting the sanctity of life or whatever. So since I'm following your ideals, help me with my dumb chore that came about purely because I indulged in a childish tantrum."

Yvette snorts, but will in fact help attempt to put everything back the way they found it. (Ugh, they do smell.)

Sure, they can do that. It'll take longer than Morgan took to pull them down but the power of friendship makes it quicker than it would otherwise be.

The job they do is better than not having done it at all, but... probably any attempt to look like the town hasn't been disturbed at all is in vain. But they can at least pretend to have been respectful, now.

They pick a little nook of a house far away from the trail of destruction Zash found to dig out and prepare to hole up in.

On the horizon, there's a great brown fog, hinting at what's to come.

Once they're pretty set, though, Zash will go explore the trail of not-quite-destruction. Does anyone want to come with?

"I'm terribly curious but I acknowledge that I am delicate and squishy and so probably shouldn't," sighs Yvette.