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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 animals clearly loved the post office.
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 with nothing else to lose this town had a strange sense of comfort about it. Like a world of opportunity, except there was nobody there to take it.
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