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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Nathan shook his head. “Killed who?! We don’t even know you man! You sure you didn’t kill someone like you almost did that guy?!” 


Mortimer’s eyes widened as he raised his hand, letting the back of it hit at Nathan’s chest, the men shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t antagonize the zombie with a stick.” he warned. 


“Zombie? What just cause I can’t bleed no more, makes me a monster? It’s you guys that’s the monsters! You told them where we were and came to finish the job! We saw you on Furlough! You’re the reason she’s dead!” The pair would blink, realizing they had seen the man before. 


He was one of the adults watching the kids playing in the streets earlier, but how did they end up here? And looking like that? He raised the stick and slammed it into a nearby canister of oxygen, knocking it off its cart, the others nearly tumbling down with the first one. When it hit the ground it let out a hiss as the valve was forced open. 


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