What little of Sterling City that survived the icy, post-holocaust years has long since been gutted or looted by gangs of roving clansmen. Many have left their mark, sprayed on the sides of auto wrecks or scrawled in jagged letters across warehouse walls.
You bring your roadster to a halt and survey the ruins for some sign of life. The place reminds you of the city punk zones of Fort Worth, and, as you scour the shadowy doorways, an uneasy feeling grows in the pit of your stomach.
If you wish to stay on the highway and drive through Sterling City, turn to 57.
If you decide to leave the highway and make a detour around the town, turn to 285.