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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A shiver crawled down his spine. Though it was hard to differentiate a zombie from a person without getting dangerously close Paul recognized that phrase from Mrs. O'Brian. His ankle ached as the bloodthirsty collective drew closer. Whatever their intent was, he didn't care, so would be quickly booking it. 


Before he was spotted Paul would hurry to the other end of the roof. He knew behind Misha's business was a convenient dumpster. He moved just in time because he could hear the horde stomping through the street in front of the shop, chanting. Reaching the end he spotted his saving grace. Below the large refuse bin sat wide open, several garbage bags filling it to the rim. There's been no one to pick up trash since everything started giving him a lucky break. 


With a bit of effort Paul jumped down off into the bin. It wasn't terribly high but were the refuse not there he would have broken both ankles this time round. 


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