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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The two nodded as they lowered their weapons and guard around the hurting man. Jon smiled. "Yeah, hey Mr. Holland I know I'm not from Northton, but you're Leslie's neighbor and she's our friend." 


Nikki would nod in agreement. "You bet! We'll take some of that burden off, that's what us young folk are for, right?!" She added, jovially. 


The older gentleman raised his head, unshed tears in his eyes. "You're such a good girl, it doesn't matter what the others say." He would nod and slowly amble past the three towards the barn door. He looked around carefully, placing his shaking hand against the door's frame for support. "Janet had stopped eating. She said that the food tasted rotten. At first it was just a few things, but gradually it was everything. She started to eat raw meat and even that, after a while she just refused." He recalled it vividly. 


Poor, poor Janet