The early Fall sun poked its head out from the horizon, illuminating the small city that was formally known as Redville. The large town was absolutely silent. Not but the leaves fluttering down from the trees could be seen. This was how mornings were in the small city. Peaceful, serene, and abandoned. It wasn't until a few hours after sunrise that its inhabitants would begin to rise, reborn in their new rotting visage. They would crawl out from inside buildings, and from under the many abandoned cars littering the main roads, tempted out by the heat of the sun. These creatures were no longer the people who once lived in this proud little city, and the city was no longer Redville. Welcome to New Haven.