Board Thread:Lores/@comment-35208486-20190724190923

Through my years of surviving the apocalypse, I've traveled the world and called varying locations home. That is, until the horde started becoming overwhelming in which case we had to leave. One of the more unique places I've called home is a small city that appears to have been lost in time since the 1930's. This is the story of Kingstreet, Ohio.

The year is 1931. There is a small city that almost every state-side doesn't even know about. Its located 30 miles from Cleveland, on a section of the Glaciated Allegheny Plateau, near a portion of the Susquehanna river. That city, is Kingstreet, Ohio, USA. Kingstreet, Ohio doesn't appear on most roadmaps, and is only accessible by two ways, both strictly from Cleveland: A trolley system located in the railroad terminal, and a private road accessible only from a major highway leading out of Cleveland.

Kingstreet was established in 1926 by a well-respected but feared crime family from the Ohio region. The city is basically located in the middle of scenic nowhere high up in the Alleghenies, which made it a perfect hideout for many to produce and distribute alcoholic drinks, which were then considered illegal as it was the era of Prohibition. The city was small, but large enough to be called home to various workers and the crime family. A small factory where the drinks were manufactured was built a little ways away from the town, but was connected via bridge and a road carved into the mountain. The workers entered through the trolley system built under the bridge, while the truckloads of finished drinks left via truck through the tunnel which then went back to Cleveland.

All seemed well for a few months until the family came under attack from other noted crime families. All the other mobsters were jealous and confused as to how they were able to produce and sell so much from under not only the police's nose, but the other family's noses. Many kept watchful eyes on these mysterious trucks and trolley trains, and soon Kingstreet was no longer a secret. These other crime families decided to take action into their own hands, deciding to "eliminate" the other competition once and for all. Kingstreet didn't last much longer, since there was always rumors of bombs, sabotage or spies everywhere. On a beautiful Summer Morning in 1928, the crime family was found murdered inside the center-most building in the city, a bomb being the cause of death. No culprit was ever found.

The other crime families denied everything of course, but the secret would not be unveiled until one family member told the story on his death-bed in the 1970's. The city was soon discovered by Ohio State Police in January of 1931. Four months later, the then-empty city was going to be renovated into a large shelter for those affected by the Stock Market Crash of 1929. Any and all traces of liquor tracing was removed, the center building was starting its renovation, but the project fell through due to lack of funding. It was decided to tunnel up the trolley line, but the highway was left intact in case a future project would surface. Which it did not.

Kingstreet lay dormant since then. A city that had been well-preserved for 80 plus years. It would not see public eyes again until the S.A.N.I. Virus outbreak. Cleveland had yet fallen to the horde, but zombies were approaching fast and there were no signs of them being contained. Many fled the city in advance, hoping the winding plains of the Allegheny Mountains would prove a difficult obstacle to overcome for the horde. In those hills, lay a city untouched by human hands since 1931. Even after 80 years, the city still fared well. It looked as though the 1931 workers had left the building just the other day. The center building still had tools and construction equipment standing, tools could be seen in crates albeit rusted beyond use. The factory, bridge and even the connecting tunnel was all structurally intact. The only thing that seemed unusable was the trolley, which was dangerously hanging off the side of the bridge.

The empty buildings soon became refuge homes for Ohio survivors, myself included. The factory saw work for the first time since the 1920's when L-Brain Sidework decided to use the location to continue production of the Steyr M. I called Kingstreet my home for a few years. I taught myself how to snipe on the bridge, going against "hordes" of dummy targets. Kingstreet seemed zombie free. Until it wasn't. Reports of incoming hordes starting spreading panic in the streets, and many fled the city once more, taking anything and everything with them. Some of us were calm, and decided to stay. How could these zombies overtake us? We were in a mountain, with the only place of access being a road tunnel and a trolley system.

Unbeknownst to us, the Ohio State Police back then did a rather horrid job of sealing off the trolley system. They just boarded up the tunnel using poor-grade wood. Wood that burnt easily if it came into contact with, oh say an Elemental.

By the time we got our escape truck running, they all started pouring out of the trolley entrance. We barely made it out alive. Kingstreet was overtaken by the horde, and L-Brain lost another valuable weapon production location.

Perhaps history was destined to repeat itself. A hidden location that soon became overtaken by fear and was quickly abandoned. The city is too dangerous to return too. There are frequent rumors that Charged Brutes and Electric Elementals are the new bosses of Kingstreet, not to mention countless hordes of zombies.

Its a running joke between us Kingstreet survivors that as we fled the city, we all caught a fleeting glimpse of the legendary singer Frank Sinatra among the hordes, still clutching his microphone while attempting to sing "Fly Me To the Moon." 