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The once busy road that led to Woolhope was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Gardens are bustling with insect life who've made their home in the now tall grasses and overgrown bushes.
Some doors were shut tightly, others were broken down. Some forcefully, others had simply collapsed under their own weight as the elements continued to eat away at them. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.
Woolhope, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations was now but an eerie shell of its former self. The many voices of a once bustling community were replaced with the many voices of wild animals and stray pets that had made this town their new home.
The animals of this town always had the people of the animal shelter to count upon in times of need. It's perhaps for this reason that many had made this particular building their home, even if it wasn't the same as before.
Were it not for the animals that had made their home in many of the buildings this town would've surely been a far more unsettling sight. But there was something oddly poetic about nature reclaiming what was once theirs to begin with.
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