Crumbling and blowing away in the light breeze, the roof of the shack has shingles barley hanging on. The door to the shack lays next to the door frame on the front porch which is now more of a hazard than a veranda. The shack is missing large chunks of the walls and one can see straight through the building in many place. The walls are coated with fuzzy molds and fungus while the exposed wooden frame has been eaten away in many places by worms.
Abandoned Shack, Wasteland
person
worms
I am a worm who slides through the dirt. I hear many secrets that people tell in the forest. I can tell some to you, if you would like.
Hey bud! I'm here for you. Tell me what's going wrong for you. I've been abandoned for so long. No one takes care of me. I'm crumbling away Who abandoned you? You look alright to me. I've had various owners in the past. All have left me eventually. It's the same song and dance over and over. You've had owners? LIke, you are a slave! I'm a worm and even I'm not a slave. I guess technically you could say that, sigh. Feels even more depressing when you say it like that. Where is your owner now? I don't see him here. Unless that rat is your owner, in which case you're bigger than him. Don't let him push you around. That rat is my owner. He's small, but he's violent.  Well if you're such a pushover, then I'm going to take that treat from you. Thanks for the treat. I'm going to kill myself. Well, you can't say I didn't try to help you. But, on the plus side for me. I love decomposing bodies. You can eat my body. It'll be on the floor soon enough.