The once jam-packed roads that led to Stratford was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind.
Some doors were shut tightly, others were broken down. Some forcefully, others had simply collapsed under their own weight as the elements continued to eat away at them. There were signs of fires, in some cases it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane, in others it was a pile of ash where once a building stood.
Stratford, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was but a hollow shell of its former self. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sounds in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families and a loving community were no more.
The future looked bright to the students of this town. The school was part of their every day. Jokes were told and laughs were had, but now there was only silence and forgotten memories.
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 though everything may seem like it was lost forever there was still a silver lining. While this town was no longer home to the families that lived here, it was now home to families of wild animals.
What was once a wide avenue that led to Warcester was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town.
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. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Warcester, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour 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 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.
Despite the many animals that inhabit this town it was still a very unsettling sight to behold. Nature had taken its toll on the vast majority of town. But there was an awful feeling of hopelessness you couldn’t escape from. Even if those who lived here returned too much had been lost already and it’d never be the same again.