"Check if it's got fuel," Voodoo calls back. "-and if it does, hook those lights up, it's gettin' dark."

Not that he doesn't have NVGs, but it's best to conserve the batteries on those.

The rooms are unlocked, and a cursory search reveals nothing but modest traces of former habitation. A desk in one room is littered with box tops torn off Sugar Bomb, but there's nothing of value in the desks themselves.

"Ain't nobody living here," Voodoo says, walking back out what looks to be the preacher's office. "Not for the long-term, anyway. We would've smelled it, otherwise. How's that generator coming, Al?"