THE CHURCH

The Church was quite beautiful in its time, a small square building that, when humans had been around to maintain it, had been a clean, bright white. Now the paint is peeling, turned dingy grey from the elements, and inside it's beginning to smell moldy. The inside is dark, the windows narrow and small, cracked and caked with grime. The wooden pews are small, the entire place just barely big enough to fit the whole town in there on Sundays. In the winter, because of its narrow doorway, the church is quite a bit warmer than the other buildings, and becomes a popular place for animals to spend their nights.