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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 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 not all was lost. In a way the legacy of this town lived on through the animals that lived here now, the spirit was still alive albeit in a different manner.


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