Nature triumphs. Green burgeons over streets, along concrete foundations and pillars; a handful of feral hogs snuffle, root, rut in the overgrowth.
The land is absent of any traces of mankind save for what they left behind in their departure. Everyone’s gone, not on trips, or on business, but gone gone, permanently, bequeathing their mortgages and HOAs to the pigs, who don’t care about anything other than the chief responsibility people failed to meet: Survival.
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