[Obsidian]

...and trees lining down the dirt road, announcing an old building of sorts. I turned the key in the ignition which only resulted in sounding like an empty machine gun. The next two turns had the same result. I smacked my hands on the steering wheel. Well, I have no choice. I'll have to either walk back where I came from, or go to the nearest building down the road. My eyes shifted to the directly I came from. It seemed like an endless dirt road. I turned towards the opposite direction. I must have been going to that buidling, but why?

I put my cell in my pocket and began the long walk towards the building.