The network of roads that led to Aylesbury was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
Some doors had collapsed or were perhaps destroyed by looters or animals as time passed. Either way they left a welcoming entrance for animals. 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.
Aylesbury, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now but an eerie 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 train station had collapsed and the tracks were covered in shrubs and fallen branches. Nobody was waiting for the next train anymore, no longer eagerly going to the next destination or waiting for those coming home.
The town was truly an eerie sight. So many lives forgotten and whatever was left to show for it is slowly withering away as time goes on. But despite all the decay and destruction at least there was happiness among the animals. Most had found a relatively safe haven to live in.