Mistville was a town that rested right in the middle of nowhere. It didn't have a large store chain, or fancy hotels, just three gas stations with small convenience stores only one of which had been open 24 hours. There were two schools, one for kindergarten through fifth and a middle school for sixth through eighth. High schoolers rode a bus to the nearest town over thirty miles away. Everyone knew each other and secrets were never kept silent long with a population of 1,623. When the Zombie nightmare began the people there had actually been alright, at least until the outsiders with guns, that weren't for hunting, had come bringing destruction with them. Dominance for the town had been brutal in what was now already a brutal world. People died, the population plummeted, Zombies were fought off and out of town. Families were ripped apart from it all, but as with all tragedies there was some light, some hope, the fighting eventually stopped and people, both the town's natives and the outsiders, began to get along, creating a new version of the town that all helped keep safe from the true enemies. Zombies. Claire smiled as she put her pen down and closed the notebook she'd been writing in. She thought her little project was coming along nicely, a history of the town. Something that everyone could read and know that though it had been bad for a while it was getting better. Her mind raced with scenarios of what to add to the book, smiling she picked her pen back up and set to work. As was pointed out earlier families were pulled apart, some by death while others were given a fate worse than death. Mistville no longer had a population of over 1,600 instead it was down to a little over 900. Families that had the normal two parents and a couple kids were destroyed and something new took its place. Take the Walker family for instance, it once had a mom, a dad, three children and a dog. After all the deaths the family no longe