Into A Dead Zone

I took a long drag off my cigarette as we passed a sign saying "insert city" population "insert number."

At this point they all blended together.

I flicked the butt out the window at nothing in particular.

"Nothing in particular" could have been this town's motto. There was nothing distinct about it. It was as barren as "middle of nowhere" towns get.

I pulled my hearse into the abandoned looking gas station, which turned out wasn't as abandoned as it initially seemed. A burly man with a beard that could only be described as "epic" came out to attend to the car. He offered a fill up and a window washing and i told him that'd be fine. He quickly disappeared and came back with a bucket of murky water that looked like it'd dirty the window further but he offered it "free of charge" so who was I to argue?

I was just a salesman, after all. My partner was still asleep in the passenger seat while all this hub-bub took place.

This was going to be a dead zone. I could feel it in my bones.