A rusted, bullet-riddled sign stands crookedly at the edge of a crumbling concrete path, its faded and chipped letters reading "Desolate Zone". Overgrown vines snake through holes in the metal, while a faded yellow caution symbol barely clings to the top corner, hinting at long-forgotten dangers. The once-bright paint is now a patchwork of peeling layers, and the wind whispers haunting tales through the empty spaces where bolts have fallen away.