Suburbs!
Of the six people on board, only Tobias and Josef had been outside more than once or twice since the horrible day when Earth went mad. They knew what to expect, and they were prepared to see incongruities. The other four were considerably less hardened, and at first they crowded the window-screens of the bus to get a real look at the aftermath of… The end of the world, I guess, Tobias thought as he watched them. We don’t have the best words to describe it.
The scenery for the first ten miles were the Lunar equivalent of suburbs: industrial shops, cargo depots, supplementary housing, and what had been a burgeoning collection of retailers catering to the people who worked outside the dome. All underground, of course, but LED units were cheap on the moon. A year ago, this entire stretch would have been aglow in the colored, blinking lights of a thousand signs and advertisements.
These days, the power was out, and the only light was from the bus’s headlights. They showed wrecked lunar buggies and buses, some smashed, others half melted, and one that had been cut clean in two. Debris too small to be worth salvaging was strewn everywhere, except for a cleared path on the road that Josef followed at a steady twenty-five miles an hour.