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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Jon stood to Leslie's left with his weapon in hand while Nikki stood against the wall of the barn, off to the right, ready to back them up were any surprises to jump out at them. Leslie was the lead on this. It was familiar ground to her. Reaching her shotgun's muzzle towards the door she would slide it open with Jon's help. He gripped the barn door's handle and pulled back, shoes grinding into the mud as he forced it to slide open. The small wheels overhead, which the door hung from, had started to rust with the constant, heavy rains over the course of the year. The sound of the metal wheels grinding against the rusted bar sent an unsettling shiver down one's spine, a ringing sang between the ears like a trapped animal yowling for freedom. The inside of barn was dark. None of them had thought to bring a flashlight. 


Old Mr. Holland