The now quiet road that led to Bannockburn was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. The crisp and clean looking town now looked more like a jungle as trees and gardens grew beyond their now unkempt boundaries.
Some doors had collapsed or were perhaps destroyed by looters or animals as time passed. Either way they left a welcoming entrance for animals. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Bannockburn, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour was now but an eerie shell of its former self. 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 train station had collapsed and the tracks were covered in shrubs and fallen branches. Nobody was waiting for the next train anymore, no longer eagerly going to the next destination or waiting for those coming home.
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 there was an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.
,What was once a wide avenue that led to Watford was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind.
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. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Watford, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town had become nothing more than a painful memory. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures.
In an almost sick sense of irony the museum, once home to relics from the past discovered and recovered by archaeologists from around the world, was now once again lost and forgotten. Waiting to be found by those who come next.
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 there was an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.
