What was once a busy roadway that led to Northwich was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.
Many doorways still stood tall and in some cases it was one of the few things left of a home. But most doors were completely gone and only remnants of rotten wood were left behind. Many roofs had collapsed and in some cases had taken the entire building with it. Others looked in decent shape and were simply dirty and filled with bird nests.
Northwich, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town was but a hollow shell of its former self. 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 public pool was still full of water. Green, algae filled rain water. It was big enough to become a new home to several families of ducks, but it was eerily abandoned by even them.
No matter how many animals made their home in this town now you couldn't help but be overcome with loneliness. Life had not just come to a halt, it had completely disappeared. But there was something oddly poetic about nature reclaiming what was once theirs to begin with.