Bogwater

Whoooo-ey! You've went and come about these parts at a bad time, buddy! First off, a hearty welcome to Bogwater, friend! Where the stink of fried catfish is thicker than the mud. This use' to be a friendly ol' township b'fore the dead ones came about. Was a hot day a' July when there was a ruckus at the dump. Some'n said they found some bum come' a tumblin' out of some barrel and had gone and bit ol Dog. The bum musta' had some ferice bite- Dog keel'd over that day and we'd gone and burried him. But hell was comin with a fury and we folk sure didn't see it comin'! Turns out one of them dump boys wasn't feelin so hot- gone and went into town for a checkup from the missus. Damn fool went and bit the poor broad clean in the mouth! And when the neighbours heard the commotion, they had went and shut the place up; called the police from yonder county, and by the time the police went and show'd, Missus no-mouth and dumpster boy were one them shamblin' monster creatures! Police musta' put half a whole pound a' metal in the old boy- but he went and gobbled em up like they was a thanksgiving turkey! Was a damn nightmare in town- people a' screamin "They's dead coming!", people beggin local Sherrif Al Couster to open his gun shop; rest his soul, people runnin' out into the swamps, and before anyone knew it, whole place is a mess of them dead people! Not even them moonshiners and drug runners saw em coming, and they get them fancy gun imports from the north! Even went and inturruped ma' rally race! Whuh? Me? Oh! I'm long dead sonny- but don't let ma' ripped' up face and tatered ol body body turn you away! I'll get the whole gang together, and we'll have a big southern dinner- your treat. ____________________________________________________________________ Map Difficulty: Medium Map Size: Large Features: -Rally Course -Swamp landscape -Multiple bosses -High gun count ('Ol American freedom!)