Some doorways seemed in relative decent condition while others were destroyed and were indistinguishable from other collapsed walls and piles of rubble. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Pinnella Pass , once home to thousands of families and counting 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 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.
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 despite all the decay and destruction at least there was happiness among the animals. Most had found a relatively safe haven to live in.
Most doors still stood in their frames as if nothing had changed. A few were ajar for one reason or another, perhaps left open in a hurry. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
Kamouraska, once a peaceful and growing community was now partially reclaimed by nature. 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 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.
You could go anywhere in town you wanted, walk into any home and visit any previously private part of town, assuming it hadn’t been destroyed by nature already. 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.
