The once jam-packed roads that led to Mossley was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
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. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Mossley, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. 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.
Destroyed packages, remnants of forgotten letters and unpaid bills littered the floor of the post office. The smell of animal droppings clung to the air as much as the droppings did to the floor, the animals clearly loved the post office.
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.
The once jam-packed roads that led to Wheldrake was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes.
Some doorways seemed in relative decent condition while others were destroyed and were indistinguishable from other collapsed walls and piles of rubble. There were signs of fires, in some cases it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane, in others it was a pile of ash where once a building stood.
Wheldrake, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now a mere distant memory of better times. 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 main hotel has had a few esteemed guests over the years, but it was now decrepit and starting to collapse bit by bit. A few animals still dare to wander here, but most wisely stay away from the fragile walls.
No matter how you looked at it this town was an eerie sight to behold. Lives forgotten, perhaps completely ruined and there was barely anything to show for it. But there was an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.