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The once busy road that led to Arkaley 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. There were signs of fires, in some cases it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane, in others it was a pile of ash where once a building stood.


Arkaley, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. 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 fountain in the town square was still full of water, though without filtration it had turn green and overgrown with algae and other plants. But at the very least the ducks seemed to enjoy it.


Despite the decay of the buildings there was a certain charm about the town. Everything was greener as nature grew wild and the quiet during the day was almost peaceful. 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.

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