The once busy road that led to Kara's Vale was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Gardens are bustling with insect life who've made their home in the now tall grasses and overgrown bushes.
Remnants of packages and magazines still lay at some of the doorsteps, unopened and long forgotten. At least the animals got some use out of them. 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.
Kara's Vale , once nothing more than a simple, quiet town was now a mere distant memory of better times. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more.
In a strange sense of irony it was the library that was full of sounds now. Scattered pages of books, scratched wood and broken computers had become the home and playground of a huge community of cats.
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 many buildings had found a new purpose there was just no way this town's former self could ever be restored.