Apocalypse gas station

sketchfab

Skeletal fueling stops litter the ravaged highway, their once-vibrant colors faded to a dull sheen from years of neglect. A lone pump stands like a skeletal sentinel, its metal arm frozen mid-motion as if waiting for the never-ending stream of abandoned vehicles to return. Graffiti-scrawled walls bear witness to the chaos that unfolded here, a desperate cry for help in a world where none was forthcoming.