The network of roads that led to Roselake was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Dust and debris littered the roads within town while unkempt gardens are cluttered with forsaken possessions.
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. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.
Roselake, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town was now a mere shadow of its former glory. 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.
The main hotel has had a few esteemed guests over the years, but it was now decrepit and starting to collapse bit by bit. A few animals still dare to wander here, but most wisely stay away from the fragile walls.
You could go anywhere in town you wanted, walk into any home and visit any previously private part of town, assuming it hadn’t been destroyed by nature already. But despite being nothing like its former self this town still served its purpose. It was still home to a community and lives still thrived, it was just in the form of animals this time.
The road that led to and from Woolhope was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Dust and debris littered the roads within town while unkempt gardens are cluttered with forsaken possessions.
Most doors still stood in their frames as if nothing had changed. A few were ajar for one reason or another, perhaps left open in a hurry. Many roofs had collapsed and in some cases had taken the entire building with it. Others looked in decent shape and were simply dirty and filled with bird nests.
Woolhope, once a growing town on the rise to a better future had become a forgotten relic of the past. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening.
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.
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 an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.
