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  The gentle road that led to Burnsley was still somewhat discernible despite the many cracks and holes given to it by the elements. The crisp and clean looking town now looked more like a jungle as trees and gardens grew beyond their now unkempt boundaries. Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you'd expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Clothing, home appliances and other belongings were left lost and broken outside some of the homes. They were of no use to anyone anymore. Burnsley, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations had been forsaken and left to rot alone. 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 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 th

  The road that led to and from Pella's Wish was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses. 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. Pella's Wish , once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations had been forsaken and left to rot alone. 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. Destroyed packages, remnants of forgotten letters and unpaid bills littered the floor of the post office. The smell of animal droppings clung to the air as much as the droppings did to the floor, the a

  What was once a busy roadway that led to Blackridgepool was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses. Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts. Blackridgepool, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town was now a mere shadow of its former glory. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening. The clock-tower was somehow still rich with sounds, but it wasn't its bells and gears as those had stopped working a long time ago. It was a flock of crows that had made this once great pillar their new home. The more time would pass the more the traces of t

  The once busy road that led to Culcheth was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind. Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you'd expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Paint crumbled off of the walls and were slowly replaced by vines that crawled their way towards the rooftops. Culcheth, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town had become a forgotten relic of the past. 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. 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 shel

  The network of roads that led to Durnatel was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Dust and debris littered the roads within town while unkempt gardens are cluttered with forsaken possessions. Some doorways seemed in relative decent condition while others were destroyed and were indistinguishable from other collapsed walls and piles of rubble. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts. Durnatel , once nothing more than a simple, quiet town was now a ghost town in the truest sense. Silence had taken hold and would've been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air. In an almost sick sense of irony the museum, once home to relics from the past discovered and recovered by archaeologists from around the world, was now once again lost and forgotten. Waiting to be found by those who come next. Despite the dec

  What was once a busy roadway that led to Little Ivywood was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state. Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you'd expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. 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. Little Ivywood, once a peaceful and growing community had become a forgotten relic of the past. 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. Nothing's more eerie than an abandoned hospital and this one was no different. Empty halls and empty rooms where lives were