Large, black, decorative gates- long since the vinyl paint had worn off and the rusty steel beneath was showing through. They were closed, and one of the gate's lower hinge had broken away from the column it was suppose to be attached to. Rodeo grunted, and approached the gate. He pushed the good side open, or tried to at least. The hinges were so rusted, the large earth pony actually had trouble pushing it. He found good leverage once he could squeeze through, and pushed it the rest of the way. The rusted old hinges let off a terrible squeal which raddled everypony's ears.
The gate was open, and immediately up a cobble stone drive way, could be seen a large welcoming building. Immediately to the left and to the right could be seen graves. Even there at the entrance, there were craters from explosions in the drive, and in the dirt. Some of the graves had been blasted open and skeletons hung out of them. All at the group's hooves were old bullet casings, long exposed to the weather, rusted and corroded blue. The bodies of fighters lay scattered across the ground as well. However, no weapons or armor were found around them. Looked like they'd already been picked clean by scavengers or treasure hunters... Or something else.
Rodeo looked up to the welcome building, then turned back to the group. "Lets try to keep it quiet," he said with a whisper. He didn't believe in ghosts, no way... But he did believe in respect for the dead. The grave yard was silent as- well... a graveyard. Rodeo did not want to disturb the quiet for the fallen to rest in. "There's bound ta be some kinda loot in that buildin' there," he whispered again. "Let's move." At that, he turned, and started towards the large, dark silhouette of the welcome building a few hundred feet away from them as the fog hid it from plain view.