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"The foulest stench is in the air. The funk of forty thousand years. And grizzly ghouls from every tomb, are closing in to seal your doom. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist, the evil of the thriller!"

The howling wind pushed its way through the dense brush of oak and pine trees, forcing their branches to bend and crack, ending the midnight silence. The sky was so dark, filled endlessly with thick layers of clouds, that not even the bright full Moon could be seen. Thunder and lightning scattered around the area, giving all within viewing distance, the spectacular sight of the rehersal for a glorious and yet scary event in nature, a severe thunderstorm.

As the storm progressed, two large trucks, or at least their headlights, could be seen driving down the main road of the town. If one could get close enough, it could be noted that these were U.S. Army trucks, the famous "Deuce and a halfs." They drove back to back, no more than fifteen feet apart, heading east towards the exit of the town. The two men in the cab of the lead truck, a private and a sergeant, continuously conversed with a map to find their way out of the town, and out of the storm. In the back of their truck sat several soldiers in full gear, seated on each side of the truck. In the middle of the bed were three large barrels, each one had the giant typical black markings that read out U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. The barrels were somewhat rusted and were obviously weathered. The tailing truck held the same compliment of men and barrels.

In the cab of the lead truck, the private, whom was driving, took a rag and wiped the windshield, as to keep the condensation from fogging his vision. He placed the rag back down on the seat between him and the sergeant. "Sarge, I can't see shit! Are you sure we're on the right road?" The sergeant dropped the map to look out the windows. All he could see was the windshield wipers going to work on the glass, trying to keep it clear, but was not fast enough. Other than that, there was nothing that could be seen any further. The sergeant sarcastically replied to the private, mainly out of aggravation. "No, in fact, we're in fucking Panama now, we're all turned around." He then rolled the map up like newspaper, and gently bopped the private on the back of the head. "Of course we're on the right road, this is the only main road that runs through this hick town. Now shut up and keep driving." The private rubbed his head and followed the sergeant's order.

The trucks continued to roll down the street slowly, as to not lose traction or so the men could not lose direction of where they were going. God knows this rain was not helping them in the least. As they moved forward, the sergeant lifted the map in front of the driver, pointing at a split in the road. "Okay look here quickly. The road is going to split into two, you want to go down the right side. The left will bring you up a hill to and old church and back down, so make sure you watch for the right side of the road. We're not far from it." The private nodded in agreement to the map, and just as the sergeant pulled down the map, they both looked to the right slightly and saw that they had already hit the split in the road... and had gone to the left.

The sergeant jumped in his seat in anger. "Son of a bitch! Why didn't you pay attention?!" The private sat frozen, eyes on the road. "I'm sorry sir! But you told me to look at the map, I didn't see we were already there!" The sergeant paid no mind to what the private said. Instead, he folded up the map once more and beat the private over the head again, but harder this time. "I swear, I've seen blind men drive better than you!" The sergeant sat himself back down, and after taking a few moments to collect himself, and calm down, he gave out his plan to fix the problem. "Okay, we're going to have to go up the hill, loop around the church, and come back down. It'll take some time, but it's safer than backing down with poor visibility. So, take us up the hill and... ah fuck it, wake me when we're back down at the bottom." The sergeant dropped the map and tilted his hat down, the visor covering his eyes. He slouched back and slid down into his seat to rest.

The private pushed down on the gas pedal, trying to force it up the steep and narrow road heading towards the old church. Finally, after much effort, both trucks had reached the top of the hill, just as a bright flash of lightning cast over it. For an instant, the private could see what the church looked like. It was very old, and looked very run down, as if no one had used it in ages. The private started to shake a little. Army training or not, nothing can keep human nature from the fear of something scary and haunting. He calmed himself by putting his eyes back on the road, or what the rain would allow him to see of it. He turned the wheel to follow the curve that went behind the church, and slowly came around the other side of the building. As he did, he started to feel the back right of the truck drop. The soldiers in the back held on as the vechile slid downward on an angle. The truck behind them came to a complete stop and could only watch as the entire truck lost it's balance under a piece of mud and rock that held together the narrow road over the hill.

It was watched with absolute shock by the two men in the cab of the rear truck as the lead one began to turn on it's side. They watched with horror in their eyes as the men in the back tried to pull themselves out. It was too late. The truck rolled onto its side, and then continued to tumble down the steep hill into the darkened area below. The passenger in the cab of the remaining truck, also a sergeant, ordered his men from back to jump out and see if they could spot the truck. All the men inside the truck including the sergeant ran to the edge of the hill and looked down. Nothing could be seen but the rain drops falling into the endless black. The sergeant placed his hand under his chin and dropped his head. "This is unbelievable." He looked to is men and waved at them. "Okay! Everyone back in the truck! We're going for help! It'll take us some time. We can only hope they're alive down there, and can wait a while." The men pulled themselves back into the remaining truck and began to drive the downward route back to the main road. It was unknown where they would go to get help, but they surely weren't going to ask the town for help. The mission they were on was not to be made public, and they all knew that. The truck came down from the hill and turned left, onto the right road, and slowly drove out of the town, and vanished behind the curtain of rain.

Down the hill, pieces and parts of the lead truck laid ruined and scattered across the ground. Bodies of several of the men lay motionless and unresponsive to the drenching coming from the sky. The truck itself came to a stop as it apparently hit forward into a large, apparently marble, building. The private and sergeant both lay smashed into the console. Blood ran from their bodies and quickly washed away with the rain water. The sergeant's eyes were wide open, and frozen, as if it were a moment in time captured. His head was severely cut and bleeding. The private looked as if he had some how curled himself up behind the steering wheel on top the dashboard. There was no way anyone could have survived the crash, and no one did. Not even the barrels. Each of the three barrels had fallen out of the truck as it rolled, and each ended up at a final resting spot. The first one landed against a large stonehead of a giant cross. It's top cracked open, and a dark orange liquid spilled into the grass and was quickly absorbed by the earth.

The second barrel came to a stop in between the base of the large hill, and a smaller hill with more stone heads. It had lost it's cap and was quickly releasing its contents of more dark orange liquid. The final barrel had apparently flown and landed a top the spiked fencing surrounding the by now obvious cemetery. It was pierced in several areas, and also ran it's contents down into the ground. Around the cemetery, the contents continued to spread. The rain helped push it under the ground, and across the land entirely. The thunder and lightning picked up, as did the rain. For a while, the cemetery laid motionless, even with the wrecked truck and dead soldiers. It seemed for a moment that this was just another tragic accident, but something strange began to happen.

A single small stone head sat a top the ground, on it was engraved "Matthew T. Werner, 1834-1903" Normally, one would not give a second, or even a first glance to the stone head or the name. But without warning, something happened. The grass and dirt in front of the stone head began to shake, the mud moved around and the grass crumpled blow the surface as something came out... a hand. A hand with cuts, peeling, and aging rose from the ground. It held itself upward, extending the fingers, and then balling into a fist. The wrist and below ran down under the the ground, but the hand continued to move, as if it were grabbing for something to pull it up. Things were no longer so normal. The town of Middletown would soon be the focal point of an unspoken point in history...

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Welcome to Middletown!
Welcome to the quaint town of Middletown. A populace of no more than 850 people bustle here every day, living their lives and enjoying the simple things in life. There's never a big story in this town, and there's never anything more exciting than the occasional call to the fire department for a cat stuck in a tree. Sure the peace could be a bore at time, but not one resident ever got sick of the solace their town held. It was much preferred than the busy streets of New York, or the hectic crime and problems in Los Angeles. Middletown did have it's one claim to fame, in 1992 it was titled the "most enjoyable place to live." Sadly, it didn't draw as much attention as the residents hoped. But it didn't attract outsiders either, so it was a push for the residents.

There's only one main road that runs through the town. It's name was Main Street, and it ran eat to west in the middle of the town. At the far west end of the town was Oak Mill Estates, the only area of homes in the town, and were every resident of the town lived. The way the sub-division was constructed made it look like the streets formed a large backwards "E" with Main Street being the middle line. North of Oak Mill Estates was nothing but wooded areas, but south of it was the Henderson Farm, which provided many fresh grains and produce to the people, as well as served as an emergency air strip should the need arise.

Moving east from Oak Mill Estates and down Main Street was the rest of the town. Moving along the north side of Main Street, one would find the nursery for children, the road leading up and back to the Meg-O Mart supermarket, Gun World, and a giant liquor store simply named "Beer." Back on the northern portion of Main Street and next to small road leading to those stores was the only police department consisting of no more than a half dozen officers, and the police chief, Chief Brown. Next to the police station was the fire house, and after that was the hospital and pharmacy.

After the pharmacy is another road that runs north, and leads to the other end of the parking lot to the three stores previously listed. Past this road, moving east again is "American. Grill" one of the few restaurants in town. After the restaurant is one of the only two gas stations in the town. Past it is Middletown's First (and only) National Bank. The final three stretch of buildings after the is a bar, a vacant building for sale, and another restaurant, "Jose's Mexican Fiesta." Behind them is Dave's Car Dealership, who sells a selection of used cars. After that is nothing but woods and small roads leading north. On those roads leading north and far in the back is the old church that sits a top a steep hill, which hasn't been used in nearly a decade, or maintained. The townspeople are debating its fate in court. Next to the church, and down the hill it sits on, is the old cemetery. The last person to be buried there died in 1923.

Starting back at the west end, but on the south side of Main Street, past the sub-division, you'll encounter the education center of the town. Starting with Middletown Elementary, which serves the children of kindergarten to eighth grade. Next to the grammar school is Middletown High School, home of the Vikings. A rather large structure for not many students, but none the less it is the pride of the town. Behind the school sits the baseball field for the team, and next to the school on the east side is the football field. Both fields are kept maintained all year long, and are used for other school functions. Behind both schools is the start of a construction site for a coming movie theater. Something the tax payers have been begging for. Past the school's football field was the road that lead down and behind the schools. After that came the town hall, where all legislation and judicial matters of the city were dealt with. It was also doubled as the mayor's office. Following town hall was the last restaurant in town, "DiMarino's Italian Bistro." Finally ending the main businesses of the town came another gas station, and another building currently under construction. From there, the town ended. However, behind the last mentioned buildings was the large baseball park, home of the Triple-A minor league baseball team, the Middletown Tomahawks.

And thus concludes this tour of the wonder that is Middletown. Stop by and visit sometime!

How to Play
It's very simple. Survive the zombie apocalypse. You are allowed to control zombies coming at you, unless I am controlling them for special challenges, or events. Other than that, the town is YOURS to bask in, or whatever be left of it. The rules are simple. Be realistic, no killing other players (unless they turn into a zombie, which can ONLY be done by me), and have common sense. Also be sure to follow the advanced RP rules.

While trying to survive, players must attempt to uncover why the zombies came about, what caused them to come here, and how to stop them. The only way to find out is to role play, and interact, and explore! I know the answers, etc, and how to keep it moving to the goal of living, but will not reveal anything.

In addition, to introduce your character into the story, you'll notice the "Introduction" bracket below the rest of the form. There is where you make your first post, explaining your character, and how he or she first encounters and realizes that zombies are on the loose. From there, you're free to go to the IC part of the role play and explore the town and do as you wish.

If you have a question, or something you feel isn't right, do NOT hesitate to come to me. The only way to make this work is if we all communicate!

Now, without further interruption, the sign up form!

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