What was once a busy roadway that led to Rutherglen was still somewhat discernible despite the many cracks and holes given to it by the elements. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
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. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.
Rutherglen, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now a mere distant memory of better times. 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.
Collapsed wooden walkways and a few sunken boats littered the relatively small docks. Some of the sunken boats had bird nests in them, but most were simply covered in shells and slowly reclaimed by nature.
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 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.
The gentle road that led to Middlesborough was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes.
Doors were boarded up tightly and some showed signs of painted symbols with meanings known only to those who put them there, but whoever put them there’s long gone too. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Middlesborough, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations was but a hollow shell of its former self. 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 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.
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 even though many buildings had found a new purpose there was just no way this town’s former self could ever be restored.