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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Once Randall was satisfied the shop's doors were securely locked up, the front and back, he would cut the lights before ushering the group into the storage room. 


Walking down a short collection of steps, the group would soon find themselves in a basement storage room. It was cool and well ventilated. The door to the storage room was a black, heavy metal barricade that gave one a sense of safety when it closed behind them with an audible thud. It was the only way in or out, unless one counted the two hopper windows that sat on the east wall of the room. 


After spending a night in a dark barn, a place like this gave Jon a sense of claustrophobia. Gregory's recreation vehicle would have been an ideal choice, but with the rabid raccoons outside, it was best to sit tight. 


"This place is... cozy. " Jon's nervousness was apparent. "Do we have a solid plan for the morning?" Sure their goal was to get to the Reservation, but a plan that was not. 


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