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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Zombie Magazine

Liam scratched at the side of his head with his blade. "Oy, looks like you've gone an' pissed 'im off!" 


William slapped his knee and shrugged, grinning widely as he did so. "Ye better run. They're comin' ta pay you back for our boys." As soon as William sent out the warning the sound of wet slaps clapping against the sidewalks and cobblestone streets sounded in rhythmic beats, growing louder and louder until the sounds swelled from every alley. 


Nathan's van started up as the doors were slammed closed and locked. The engine turned over as the metalhead pulled back out of the spot with enough speed to distress the unbelted Mortimer, who quickly strapped in. Moving to the front of the car was a distinct swarm of the anguishing men. They were gaunt and meekly armed with old branches and shielding themselves with the aluminum tops from refuse bins that could be found along the street corners. They groaned and wailed, slinging their accusations towards the group. 


Standoff at the Gate