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  The main road that led to and from Black Hallows was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. The wind gently sways the tall grasses in the abandoned gardens while wild bushes make their claim on every acre not taken by the grass. Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you'd expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration. Black Hallows , once home to thousands of families and counting was now a mere distant memory of better times. 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. The clock-tower was somehow still rich with sounds, but it wasn't its bells and gears as those had stopped working a long time ago. It was a flock of crows that had made t

  The gentle road that led to Croydon was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. Gardens are bustling with insect life who've made their home in the now tall grasses and overgrown bushes. 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. Croydon, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour had become a forgotten relic of the past. 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. 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 ani

  What was once a wide avenue that led to Wheldrake was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and 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. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences. Wheldrake, once a growing community of hundreds of families was now partially reclaimed by nature. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sounds in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families and a loving community were no more. 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. Were it n

  The network of roads that led to Helmfirth 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. 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. Many buildings stood precariously upright despite looking like they had no means to do so. It'd take just a slight nudge of a strong wind to tipple them all over. Helmfirth, once a major hub for new businesses and young families was now partially reclaimed by nature. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sounds in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families and a loving community were no more. 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 i

  The network of roads that led to Acton was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses. 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. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts. Acton, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations was now a mere shadow of its former glory. 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 town hall, once the pride and glory of this town, was turned into a new pride and glory by the various animals that lived here. Birds, cats, dogs and all sorts of rodents had all taken their spots. Street after street of abandoned h

  The main road that led to and from Dalmerlington was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state. Some doorways seemed in relative decent condition while others were destroyed and were indistinguishable from other collapsed walls and piles of rubble. Many buildings stood precariously upright despite looking like they had no means to do so. It'd take just a slight nudge of a strong wind to tipple them all over. Dalmerlington, once a growing town on the rise to a better future was now a mere distant memory of better times. 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. In a strange sense of irony it was the library that was full of sounds now. Scattered pages of books, scratched wood and broken c