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  The once jam-packed roads that led to Briar Glen was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state. Doors were boarded up tightly and some showed signs of painted symbols with meanings known only to those who put them there, but whoever put them there's long gone too. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences. Briar Glen , once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk had become a forgotten relic of the past. 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 lighthouse was once a beacon in multiple senses of the word. The once bright light on the outskirts of town was now merely a broken pillar and the perfect spot for nesting birds wh...

The road that led to and from Astrakhan was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes. 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. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration. Astrakhan, once a major hub for new businesses and young families 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. Nothing's more eerie than an abandoned hospital and this one was no different. Empty halls and empty rooms where lives were once saved to the best ...

  The once busy road that led to Skystead was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that's left of the once well kept gardens. 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. Skystead, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments had become nothing more than a painful memory. 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. Noble men and women were once called upon from the fire station, ready to save whoever needed saving. Unfortunately this town couldn't b...