The main road that led to and from Dalmellington was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Dust and debris littered the roads within town while unkempt gardens are cluttered with forsaken possessions.
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.
Dalmellington, once a peaceful and growing community was but a hollow shell of its former self. 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 safety of the bank was forfeited long ago. There was nothing left but empty halls and empty safety deposit boxes, boxes that made for great nesting areas for small birds who gladly took advantage of this.
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 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 network of roads that led to Azmar was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that’s left of the once well kept gardens.
Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you’d expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.
Azmar , once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. 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 public pool was still full of water. Green, algae filled rain water. It was big enough to become a new home to several families of ducks, but it was eerily abandoned by even them.
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 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.