October Sketchbook: The End of the Line

Here it is, the last official drawing of #Inktober . It's #Halloween night, and there's nothing more eerie than that feeling of being the only human inhabitant for miles around and just stumbling upon a scene like this. There are so many questions left unanswered here, like who abandoned the car, and why, and where did they go? Whose luggage is lying by the tracks? Why didn't the train leave? And where is everyone?

Unfortunately, here in the South, you don't have to wait for the #zombie apocalypse to see something like this. Just drive down some two lane highway to a place where it meets the tracks. It's in places like this that you'll find these little empty towns - just a hand full of buildings surrounding a wide spot in the road where someone's built a grain elevator or something. Lots of times, these towns wither and die because the new freeway routed people away from here. Remember the Bates Motel?

I seem to be stuck on the kick of urban decay. I may carry it on into November...