Ghost areas - 'Beeston, Chilwell, Eaton, Draycott' and many more.

The roads out of Nottingham was full of miles of housing. Sometimes there was things or people - but all of them hate city folks like us. The further towards Derby we drive - the emptier the shells of what used to be homes, shops and religious places. The Hospital we circled past was in the the highest of use of beings. The ambulance trucks are still being drove around, the only way we could tell anyone was near here was if they parked at a house.

The distortion of life grow scary. Fast. When crossing into Derbyshire, a main city for all under the creature alliance. A place full of half animal people. Some parasites elders. We don't dare attack the nightmares that live here. They all talked of the same words as the people of Nottingham were sour about. The same stories here. These people altered by the plagues and left abandoned without help. The hospitals around here was treating the ones suffering from the plague changes. There was so many Graves here, mounds of snow that are of the dead.

A bird had landed near me, telling me about the Civil War between the parasites. It directed to the area on the other side of the river Derwent. The sorrow to bury both sides together. Unable to trust if those they put down were allies or enemies. It was hard to take really, I had to be left to my sorrow.

As we drive further into the alliance grounds. The more mounds I counted along the shores of rivers. Some left frozen in their dying breath, in fear of the thing going to attack them. No wonder the locals cover these scenes with snow piles. The green spaces of mounds. Horse fields of mounds. Car parks. Churches to full inside and out.

Civil war we had no clue about, safe in our city domes.