The once smooth network of roads that let to Jedburgh was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that’s left of the once well kept gardens.
Remnants of packages and magazines still lay at some of the doorsteps, unopened and long forgotten. At least the animals got some use out of them. Many walls and balconies had collapsed. Without proper maintenance and cleaning it was easy for rot and water to do their damage.
Jedburgh, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour was now a mere distant memory of better times. The many voices of a once bustling community were replaced with the many voices of wild animals and stray pets that had made this town their new home.
The town hall, once the pride and glory of this town, was turned into a new pride and glory by the various animals that lived here. Birds, cats, dogs and all sorts of rodents had all taken their spots.
Despite the many animals that inhabit this town it was still a very unsettling sight to behold. Nature had taken its toll on the vast majority of town. But there was an awful feeling of hopelessness you couldn’t escape from. Even if those who lived here returned too much had been lost already and it’d never be the same again.
The once jam-packed roads that led to Penshaw was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
Some doors were shut tightly, others were broken down. Some forcefully, others had simply collapsed under their own weight as the elements continued to eat away at them. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
Penshaw, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town was now a mere distant memory of better times. The creaking of wood and grinding of metal on metal were the only sounds in this town now. They were disturbing noises in a disturbing environment.
The lighthouse was once a beacon in multiple senses of the word. The once bright light on the outskirts of town was now merely a broken pillar and the perfect spot for nesting birds who gladly took advantage of this.
It was a strange feeling to be in the footsteps of so many lives now long forgotten and not knowing what became of the people who once spent their lives here. But not all was lost. In a way the legacy of this town lived on through the animals that lived here now, the spirit was still alive albeit in a different manner.