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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Each of the cabins were separated by several square miles of open property. Some of them were winter properties for locals while others were rented out to anyone who could afford it. Much of the property in the Campgrounds was considered public property, save for a few select areas which usually have clear signs warning against trespassing or private property. With the rain stuttering on and off it made the short walk between each property that more difficult as the icy chill began to cut into the face and crawl deep into the bone. 


"So what's the plan?" Nate asked. "We talked about finding Mr. Holland's son at the Reservation, but that means we have to head towards Applewood." 


Jon understood what Nathan was getting at. Why the detour? 


"You heard Mr. Randall. They don't trust outsiders. He's gunna help us to the Reservation but dropping off supplies with his family came first." 


Nikki walked beside Mr. Holland, twisting up her face in an exaggerated expression. 


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