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  The road that led to and from Ferncombe was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes. Most doors were either completely gone or mere remnants of rotten wood and rusty metal. The open doorways looked eerie as only darkness showed within. 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. Ferncombe, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town was now a ghost town in the truest sense. 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 scents of fresh bread, various fruits and all sorts of other foods once filled the air of the market place. Now there's only the fresh air from the nearby forests to enjoy, as well as the occ...

  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...

  The now quiet road that led to Dalmellington 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. 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. 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. Dalmellington, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town had been forsaken and left to rot alone. 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 town hall, once the pride and glory of this town, was turned into a new pride and glory by the various animals that lived here. Birds, cats, dogs and all ...