What was once a wide avenue that led to Newham was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that's left of the once well kept gardens.
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. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
Newham, once a major hub for new businesses and young families had all but faded away from history. An eerie silence had taken over and was only interrupted by the cracking of wood in the wind and the occasional bird who had made its home in one of the many collapsed roofs.
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 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 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.