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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Zombie Magazine

The firefight began in Northton. It was a silent charge as the zombie horde matched towards the police barricade. The rows of men in full riot gear, shields and all, served no good to deter the hungering collective. 


Some of the men broke away in the face of the coming onslaught. The haunting crooning hadn't been enough to shake their nerves. No. It was the look in the mob's eyes. 


At a glance it was difficult to differentiate the infected from the uninfected. One sure way to tell was to look into the eyes. Deep, dark bags would form around the eye, like an extreme tiredness had overcome them. It gave the face a sunken look, accentuating the cheeks. The pupils became dilated while the edges of the limbal rings took a faint, red coloration. From there one could spot drool collecting at the edges of the mouth, like they suffered an insatiable hunger. The symptom that unsettled the line most was the stare. 


Firefight