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. Many buildings stood precariously upright despite looking like they had no means to do so. It’d take just a slight nudge of a strong wind to tipple them all over.
Padstow, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments 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 town hall, once the pride and glory of this town, was turned into a new pride and glory by the various animals that lived here. Birds, cats, dogs and all sorts of rodents had all taken their spots.
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.
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.
Swinford, once a major hub for new businesses and young families was now a mere distant memory of better times. 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 large mill just outside of town still stood, though it was definitely on its last legs. A few animals still took shelter within its hollow walls, but the winds and worst weathers had left their mark.
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 there was an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.
