The now quiet road that led to Bellechulish was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that’s left of the once well kept gardens.
Most doors were either completely gone or mere remnants of rotten wood and rusty metal. The open doorways looked eerie as only darkness showed within. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.
Bellechulish, once a growing town on the rise to a better future had been forsaken and left to rot alone. 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 police station once offered those in need and danger the protection they needed, but all this station can offer now is a home to animals and a shelter from the rain. On the bright side at least the cells were empty.
No matter how many animals made their home in this town now you couldn’t help but be overcome with loneliness. Life had not just come to a halt, it had completely disappeared. But even with all the animals that lived here now and made this town their new home you couldn’t escape the feeling that so much had been lost forever.
What was once a wide avenue that led to Arbington was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that’s left of the once well kept gardens.
Doors were boarded up tightly and some showed signs of painted symbols with meanings known only to those who put them there, but whoever put them there’s long gone too. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Arbington, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now a mere distant memory of better times. 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 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.
Street after street of abandoned homes made for a terrifying thought. Each house was once a home, a home belonging to a family and now there was only emptiness. 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.
