The waning moon gazed from above as Kevin drove down the dark, deserted road. Everything around him was deafeningly quiet. Even the cicadas had stopped buzzing, and the only sounds he could hear were the soft purring of his hoverbike's engine and the occasional crunch as his alloy wheels rolled over uneven bumps and pebbles.
Back in the old days, this used to be a major interstate highway, bustling with heavy vehicles and fast-moving bikes. However, all that remained now was a craterous road, filled with potholes and cracks.
A barren yellow countryside with abandoned cottages and dried-up farmlands was all that remained of the old world. Kevin wondered how these people had continued living there for so long without any of the modern necessities.
