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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From the side of the coop stumbled a frail, skinny looking man with a dead chicken latched between his blunt teeth. The clothing that he wore seemed to barely fit him, his feet naked and caked in mud. He hooted in surprise before scaling the coop's fencing, falling over the other side. The figure would scramble to his feet before running away into the dense treeline a few feet out. As soon as Gregory was comfortable the man was gone he would sight a breath of relief and head back to the house. Leslie's gaze continued to follow the figure as they fled, her father passing her to enter the house once more. 


"Dad...what do you mean 'Mister Holland?'" She'd ask, turning to follow him back in. Meowinnsky would hop onto her shoulder, the woman closing the door behind her and locking it. "Mister Holland, from down the road?" Their neighbor, though not as close as neighbors were expected to be like in the cul-de-sac. 


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