The main road that led to and from Ballachulish was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses.
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. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.
Ballachulish, once a growing community of hundreds of families was but a hollow shell of its former self. An eerie silence had taken over and was only interrupted by the cracking of wood in the wind and the occasional bird who had made its home in one of the many collapsed roofs.
Collapsed wooden walkways and a few sunken boats littered the relatively small docks. Some of the sunken boats had bird nests in them, but most were simply covered in shells and slowly reclaimed by nature.
Despite the decay of the buildings there was a certain charm about the town. Everything was greener as nature grew wild and the quiet during the day was almost peaceful. 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.
The once smooth network of roads that let to Bromwich was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.
Some doors had collapsed or were perhaps destroyed by looters or animals as time passed. Either way they left a welcoming entrance for animals. Paint crumbled off of the walls and were slowly replaced by vines that crawled their way towards the rooftops.
Bromwich, once a peaceful and growing community was now partially reclaimed by nature. Silence had taken hold and would’ve been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air.
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.
The town was truly an eerie sight. So many lives forgotten and whatever was left to show for it is slowly withering away as time goes on. But not all was lost. In a way the legacy of this town lived on through the animals that lived here now, the spirit was still alive albeit in a different manner.
