The network of roads that led to Onryx was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. Dust and debris littered the roads within town while unkempt gardens are cluttered with forsaken possessions.
Some doors had collapsed or were perhaps destroyed by looters or animals as time passed. Either way they left a welcoming entrance for animals. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.
Onryx, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk had all but faded away from history. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sounds in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families and a loving community were no more.
In a strange sense of irony it was the library that was full of sounds now. Scattered pages of books, scratched wood and broken computers had become the home and playground of a huge community of cats.
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 even when all the buildings are finally taken by nature there was at least the knowledge that the animals wouldn’t have to leave and could continue their lives in peace.
The network of roads that led to Ecrin was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. The wind gently sways the tall grasses in the abandoned gardens while wild bushes make their claim on every acre not taken by the grass.
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. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.
Ecrin , once a growing community of hundreds of families had become nothing more than a painful memory. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures.
The safety of the bank was forfeited long ago. There was nothing left but empty halls and empty safety deposit boxes, boxes that made for great nesting areas for small birds who gladly took advantage of this.
The more time would pass the more the traces of those who lived here will disappear. Even now there were only remnants left, it’d be only a short while until there was nothing left. But there was something oddly poetic about nature reclaiming what was once theirs to begin with.