The now quiet road that led to Lullin was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.
Lullin , once home to thousands of families and counting was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. Bird songs, animals rustling in the bushes and trees and the various animal sounds from stray pets and other wild animals had taken the place of the sounds of a bustling community.
The future looked bright to the students of this town. The school was part of their every day. Jokes were told and laughs were had, but now there was only silence and forgotten memories.
You couldn’t help but feel lost in this town now, even if you knew exactly where you were. It was a lonely place with only distant memories of what once was. But even though everything may seem like it was lost forever there was still a silver lining. While this town was no longer home to the families that lived here, it was now home to families of wild animals.
The gentle road that led to Wealdstone was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.
Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you’d expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Wealdstone, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town had all but faded away from history. Bird songs, animals rustling in the bushes and trees and the various animal sounds from stray pets and other wild animals had taken the place of the sounds of a bustling community.
The public pool was still full of water. Green, algae filled rain water. It was big enough to become a new home to several families of ducks, but it was eerily abandoned by even them.
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 despite all the decay and destruction at least there was happiness among the animals. Most had found a relatively safe haven to live in.