Hollow Welcome

Callum’s Hollow.
In a better world, it would be just another nowhere place. A few people would call it home, plants clinging to a withered oasis. They’d do their living somewhere else. Now…
“I thought you said this was a major trade hub.” The town walls lie at his feet, so much sun baked scrap.
“It… was.”
Lizard sees through Witch’s eyes, their software linked. But there’s nothing to see.
“Wreckage. Blood. But no bodies.”
“We move on?”
“No.”
“We need information. That means people.”
The town stands silent, accusing.
“We find people, we find information. One way or another.”