The gas station loomed before them, a decaying relic from a bygone era when the world was still whole. Its faded red and white sign creaked in the relentless wind, the paint peeling and the metal rusted, a testament to the unyielding passage of time. Aidan and you stood before it, your vehicles broken down and useless, left to the mercy of the storm that raged around you.

Aidan, a grey-furred wolf with a coat as ashen as the station, turned to his companion. "Looks like this is our shelter for the night," he said, his voice a low rumble that barely carried over the howling wind. His ice blue eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the building, looking for any signs of danger or instability. The station seemed sturdy enough, but in this world, nothing could be trusted entirely.

You nodded. "It's not much, but it's better than being out in this," you replied, pulling your coat tighter around your shoulders. The wind whipped at your fur, sending it flying in all directions before you could tame it. You followed Aidan towards the entrance, your footsteps heavy and slow, the weight of exhaustion and the world's troubles bearing down on you.

As you stepped inside, the door groaned open, the sound echoing in the cavernous space within. The air was thick with dust and the scent of age, but it was shelter from the storm. Aidan's nose wrinkled at the smell, but he pressed on, determined to find a place for you both to rest. The station was eerily quiet, the silence broken only by the occasional clatter of debris falling from the roof or the distant rumble of thunder.