Nightmare Division

  Alnwick, once a growing town on the rise to a better future was now a ghost town in the truest sense. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures. Collapsed wooden walkways and a few sunken boats littered the relatively small docks. Some of the sunken boats had bird nests in them, but most were simply covered in shells and slowly reclaimed by nature. https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/221 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/6557 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/6560 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/6564 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/6568 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/6570 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/6571 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/221/entries/6574 https://jalexander.inst

  The now quiet road that led to Alnwick was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town. 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. Clothing, home appliances and other belongings were left lost and broken outside some of the homes. They were of no use to anyone anymore. https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/220/entries/220 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/220/entries/6524 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/220/entries/6526 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/220/entries/6529 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/220/entries/6533 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/220/entries/6538 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/220/entries/6541 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfo

  Taedmorden, once a major festival town and home to an amazing night lift had been forsaken and left to rot alone. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sounds in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families and a loving community were no more. The art gallery was once the cultural pride and joy of this town and tourists flocked to see the art displayed here. Now it was home to a flock of doves who've destroyed most art pieces in their ignorance of what it once meant to so many people. https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/219/entries/219 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/219/entries/6491 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/219/entries/6494 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/219/entries/6497 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/219/entries/6500 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/219/entries/6506 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/219/entries/6510 htt

  What was once a wide avenue that led to Taedmorden was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes. Doors were broken, rotten and in most cases barely a door at all. Whether this was the work of looters, animals or the elements was unclear, but it didn't really matter. Paint crumbled off of the walls and were slowly replaced by vines that crawled their way towards the rooftops. https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/217/entries/217 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/217/entries/6463 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/217/entries/6466 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/217/entries/6469 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/217/entries/6472 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/217/entries/6476 https://jalexander.instructure.com/e

  Dalmerlington, once a growing community of hundreds of families was now a ghost town in the truest sense. 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 train station had collapsed and the tracks were covered in shrubs and fallen branches. Nobody was waiting for the next train anymore, no longer eagerly going to the next destination or waiting for those coming home. https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/214 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/6445 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/6447 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/6449 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/6451 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/6453 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/6455 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/214/entries/6457 https:

  Laewaes, once a growing town on the rise to a better future 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 police station once offered those in need and danger the protection they needed, but all this station can offer now is a home to animals and a shelter from the rain. On the bright side at least the cells were empty. https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/211/entries/211 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/211/entries/6425 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/211/entries/6426 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/211/entries/6428 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/211/entries/6431 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/211/entries/6433 https://jalexander.instructure.com/eportfolios/211/entries/6436 https://jalexander.instructure.com