A former mining town, Middletown has grown leaps and bounds since then, but many spirits haunt the city as the lands had once been occupied by a Native population who had come into conflict with the mining operations. Eventually peace had come and the region was split between the two groups. Many descendants of that original Native population still exist in the mountains. All in all the city sees little change as businesses come and go: locals often resisting change.

After a big storm hits the city: the river floods, causing it to shut down the bridge out of the city and closing down as emergency services struggle to reach those in need.

Overnight the city streets are flooded. Searching for a friend, Jon comes across violent rioters. Spirits haunt the isolated city, sometimes helping, sometimes not. These zombie are not the mindless corpses of popular media.

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Kaitlynn would lean up against the front seats as Mortimer began his drive again. Had he kept the lights on all it would do would reflect the fog. At least this way he could better see the kids in the closed off streets, but this time he proceeded slowly. He motioned his hand, urging Kaitlynn to continue. 


“Right,” She sighed. “Well I think dad was concerned about the flooding. They think some bodies got out into the pipes again.” 


“Flooding?” Leslie asked, looking towards the streets. “There isn’t much on this side of town, but nearly all of Gold Street was shin deep.” 


Jon looked at the woman. “Knee deep for us short people.” Though Jon was a pleasantly average five-eight. The thought had Leslie grinning from ear to ear. 


“Yeah,” Kaitlynn would take out her phone, waking the screen long enough to show the flood warnings around the area. “So he sent Charlie that way to see if you had problems coming down your end.” 


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