Through the door a thick fog blankets over the asphalt road. You're unsure where you are, there are no markers for exactly what this place is. Railing line the ends of the highway. As you walk farther down from the road, you're able to see an abandon gas station. The windows and door are boarded up with weathered wooden panels. The ouside of the station is worst for wear, clearly been abandon for a couple years if not more. Walking around the perimeter you are able to find a deep hole in the concrete walls. Various amounts of grafitti is drawn into the wall, from phone numbers to questions. Answers. Someone even made a lewd joke about entering. Crude. In a golden sharpie is the words love.

Tired of the station before you, you carry on. The mist becoming more unseeable, blurring shapes in a way that would make one on edge. You reach what seems like a short bridge over a canal. A large part of the railing is broken, it can be assumed that a car lost control and drove into the water below. This thought is only betrayed by the fact that the canal was going through a drought and there was no car to be seen on the paved cement. Jumping down below you notice a massive open tunnel underneath the bridge. You cannot see what lies beyond but you get this overwhelming feeling of guilt looking in.

Where would you like to go?