You enter through a gaping hole in the store’s front window. The shattered remains scrunch loudly beneath the soles of your boots as you explore its darkened interior. The place is a shambles, the fittings and stock having been exposed to the elements for many years. It is a relief to be out of the midday sun but you soon experience difficulty with your breathing for the air is becoming saturated with a fine dust stirred by your movement.
If you wish to continue your search of this dust-choked store, turn to 130.
If you decide to return to your roadster and leave the town, turn to 59.