The network of roads that led to Malrton was still somewhat discernible despite the many cracks and holes given to it by the elements. Gardens are bustling with insect life who’ve made their home in the now tall grasses and overgrown bushes.
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. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
Malrton, once a major festival town and home to an amazing night lift had become a forgotten relic of the past. 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 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.
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 with nothing else to lose this town had a strange sense of comfort about it. Like a world of opportunity, except there was nobody there to take it.
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. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Wolfwater, once a peaceful and growing community had all but faded away from history. The many sounds of wild animals who’ve made their home in this town are carried in the wind and give it a new sense of liveliness and vibrancy.
The scents of fresh bread, various fruits and all sorts of other foods once filled the air of the market place. Now there’s only the fresh air from the nearby forests to enjoy, as well as the occasional animal droppings that ruin it.
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 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.
