The once jam-packed roads that led to Clarcton was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses.
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. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.
Clarcton, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk had all but faded away from history. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more.
The fountain in the town square was still full of water, though without filtration it had turn green and overgrown with algae and other plants. But at the very least the ducks seemed to enjoy it.
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 many buildings had found a new purpose there was just no way this town’s former self could ever be restored.
The main road that led to and from Eastbourne was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind.
Many doorways still stood tall and in some cases it was one of the few things left of a home. But most doors were completely gone and only remnants of rotten wood were left behind. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Eastbourne, once a peaceful and growing community had become nothing more than a painful memory. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more.
Nothing’s more eerie than an abandoned hospital and this one was no different. Empty halls and empty rooms where lives were once saved to the best of the staff’s abilities only further added to the saddening atmosphere of this town.
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.