Grey clouds scudded across a flat, empty sky. Far below, the countryside
stretched between deserted cities. Every day brought a further encroachment of
wilderness into the urban wasteland. Grass grew tall in the narrow lanes
between the abandoned blocks of flats, and weeds pushed up through cracked
concrete. Rusting cars stood in the street, smashed into one another where
occupants had collisions in their hurry to leave. Moss coated discarded
possessions in overgrown gardens, and tree roots erupted through tarmac as the
forest retook the roads. No animals moved in, as there were no animals to move, just as there were no longer any people.
Crates of goods that would never be bought or sold sat on rotting
pallets in forgotten warehouses. Dust lay thick on nylon carpets in vacant
flats, and TV screens reflected empty rooms. Belongings with no owners became
mere objects, unused and unloved. Houses were no longer homes, instead simply
tombs to bygone consumerism. Days passed, seasons turned, and the peace
continued.
Yet somewhere in the depths of the silence, between the emptiness and
the darkness, something moved.
Something growled.
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