The Processing Station

You awake in the street as the sun begins to set over the town of Midnight, a sense of unease settles over the northeast edge, where the processing station stands in stark contrast to the decaying surroundings. During the day, it would seem like a bustling and active place, with heavy machinery peeling up igneous rock from the earth. But now, as darkness descends, the station transforms into a foreboding and desolate nightmare. The high security fence, topped with razor wire, surrounds the sprawling yard like a prison, keeping whatever secrets lie within tightly contained. The covered metal storage bins that line the yard create an eerie sight, their cold, metallic exteriors reflecting the fading light in a haunting manner. Shadows dance across the gravel under the dim security lights, distorting reality and creating a disorienting effect. The central building at the heart of the station looms like a monolithic structure, made of corrugated metal that creaks and groans with every gust of wind. Its dark interior is shrouded in mystery, and from the outside, one can only imagine what horrors lie within. The silence from the closed doors is deafening, adding to the sense of isolation and decay.
As you step closer, the sounds from within the building become audible, an unsettling squelching noise echoes through the humid delta air, the wet and dragging sound conjuring images of unseen creatures lurking in the shadows. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you wonder what could be causing such eerie sounds in the heart of the processing station. The air is thick with the scent of freshly cut rock and metal, mixed with an underlying smell of something decayed and putrid. The humidity hangs in the air like a suffocating veil, adding to the sense of confinement and claustrophobia. The aroma seems to linger, clinging to your clothes like a sinister reminder of the darkness that surrounds you. Amidst the eerie silence, the sounds of the delta come alive, the distant chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs create an unsettling symphony that seems to grow louder with each passing moment. The creatures of the night seem to sense the unnaturalness of the processing station, adding to the sense of foreboding and dread.

Purpose / Function

The processing station near the northeast edge of Midnight, Mississippi, was built to extract igneous rock from the underground mines and process it into valuable materials used for road construction, landscaping, and fertilizer. In its heyday, the station hummed with activity, and the sound of heavy machinery echoed through the air as workers toiled to unearth the precious resources hidden beneath the surface. The station played a crucial role in the town's economic growth, providing jobs for many of the town's residents and fueling the local economy. The processed materials were in high demand, and the station's products were distributed far beyond the boundaries of Midnight, contributing to the development of neighboring regions. While it remains an active daily workplace, there is no night staff aside from a sign claiming that, "These premises are patrolled by armed guards at night."

Architecture

The central building, at the heart of the station, is the largest and most imposing. Its corrugated metal walls bear the scars of time, marked by rust and faded patches where paint once adorned. The doors and windows are boarded up, casting an aura of abandonment and seclusion. The tall, crooked steeple that once stood as a symbol of progress now leans precariously, as if struggling to hold on to its place in the world. Surrounding the main building, a sprawling yard is dotted with covered metal storage bins. These bins, once orderly and organized, now appear haphazard and disheveled, their once-shiny exteriors dulled by neglect. The loose gravel beneath your feet seems to crunch under every step, amplifying the feeling of isolation and decay. The high security fence that encloses the station is a stark reminder of its troubled past. Topped with razor wire, it stretches as far as the eye can see, creating an impenetrable barrier between the station and the outside world. The chain link fence shows signs of damage, as if it has been battered and mauled by unknown forces.

Maps

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  Processing Station

Founding Date

2001

Type

Refinery / Industrial complex