The world's end, and only one car remains in motion. A blue Mustang with white stripes and a license plate that reads "WASTED." It drives through the desert, aimless, leaving a trail of smoke and dust. The sun sets on the horizon, painting the sky orange and red. The landscape is barren, with red rocks and scattered cacti. Skeletons are scattered everywhere, some half-buried in the sand—the remnants of a civilization extinguished by greed and violence. The car moves forward, unaware that it will soon run out of gas and life. It's the last witness to a story that no one will remember.