Concrete Lot (#305)(an instance of Generic Post-Apocalypse Room made by Amber-Jessica)You stand in the middle of a cracked and heaving apron of oil-stained cement. Weeds jut up through the fissures; sawgrass and scrub juniper encroach on all sides. At the northernmost margin of the lot is a large metal quonset hut flanked by two droning gasoline generators. A crumbling stretch of service road lies to the east. Rain beats sullenly on the concrete and resonates on the pressed steel roof of the quonset. Dim, diffracted light washes down from a low gray sky. EXITS: [ north ] Quonset. The hangar door is difficult to budge. Finally, with a groaning and squealing of unlubricated metal, it opens wide enough for you to step through. [ east ] Service Road. |