The once jam-packed roads that led to Mossley were barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. 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 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.
Mossley, once nothing more than a simple, quiet town had become nothing more than a painful memory. 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 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.
Despite the many animals that inhabit this town it was still a very unsettling sight to behold. Nature had taken its toll on the vast majority of the town. But even though everything may seem like it was lost forever there was still a silver lining. While this town was no longer home to the families that lived here, it was now home to families of wild animals
