The once jam-packed roads that led to Venzor was still somewhat discernible despite the many cracks and holes given to it by the elements. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that's left of the once well kept gardens.
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. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.
Venzor, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was but a hollow shell of its former self. The air which was once filled with the many sounds of a growing community had grown eerily quiet. The silence was only broken up by the occasional animal sound and gust of wind.
The future looked bright to the students of this town. The school was part of their every day. Jokes were told and laughs were had, but now there was only silence and forgotten memories.
Despite the many animals that inhabit this town it was still a very unsettling sight to behold. Nature had taken its toll on the vast majority of town. 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.