~WIP~
You have finally reached the building that's been on the horizon. It's a gas station, one converted to a small rest station recently. A decrepit crimson sign hangs above the door, swinging slightly in the wind. You manage to make out the words Seve__ea_'s _as Sta_ion. Another sign hangs above it - a newer, neon sign.
Severheart's Gas Station
Tell everyone you know!
The room is dark and damp. A few tables litter the area, and even fewer are occupied. A solitary lamp sits in the corner, barely emitting a light. A CD player stands near, but it's off and doesn't seem to have any CDs in it. You notice a solitary newspaper a nearby table, next to a wall-sized map pinned up.
In other section of the room, a dusty bar holds a parade of glasses in varying size and shape; a small man sits behind the bar reading an old newspaper. You can just make out the tip of a top hat behind the paper. Hearing you, he pushes the paper down and stares at you through a tinted monocle. "Bathroom's o'er there."
