The once smooth network of roads that let to Veritas was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that's left of the once well kept gardens.
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.
Veritas , once a growing town on the rise to a better future had all but faded away from history. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening.
Collapsed wooden walkways and a few sunken boats littered the relatively small docks. Some of the sunken boats had bird nests in them, but most were simply covered in shells and slowly reclaimed by nature.
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 everything may seem like it was lost forever there was still a silver lining. While this town was no longer home to the families that lived here, it was now home to families of wild animals.