The road that led to and from Urmkirkey was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.
Urmkirkey, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour was now but an eerie shell of its former self. 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 once tranquil peace of mind people found in the park was now found by cats enjoying the sunshine and tall grasses. With nothing and nobody to bother them they had grown into a huge community of their own.
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 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.
The now quiet road that led to Thorpeness was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that’s left of the once well kept gardens.
Doors were broken, rotten and in most cases barely a door at all. Whether this was the work of looters, animals or the elements was unclear, but it didn’t really matter. Many roofs had collapsed and in some cases had taken the entire building with it. Others looked in decent shape and were simply dirty and filled with bird nests.
Thorpeness, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments had become nothing more than a painful memory. The many voices of a once bustling community were replaced with the many voices of wild animals and stray pets that had made this town their new home.
The fountain in the town square was still full of water, though without filtration it had turn green and overgrown with algae and other plants. But at the very least the ducks seemed to enjoy it.
Were it not for the animals that had made their home in many of the buildings this town would’ve surely been a far more unsettling sight. But there was an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.