Princeton Park

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Princeton Park was one of those gated neighborhoods where the upper crust of society lived with lavish multi-story homes and their own home owners association with their own upper-crust rules that most couldn't conform too. It was one of those gated communities that you could easily see discriminating, one of those places where your doctors and lawyers lived. Your neighbor was the famous face on the cities top-rated news program, your other neighbor was the plastic surgeon with his face plastered all over town, and down the street lived a local six figure salary politician. The upper crust of society, one step below living in mansions. Each house sat on around a half acre of land or so, some of the homes with woods to their rear.

That was then though. The shit hit the fan and when it did no amount of money or privilege could save you from it. The upper crust of society was just as fucked as everyone else. Money meant nothing. It means nothing when you are dead. All of the money in the world won't save you from getting bitten or some twisted fuck with no morals and a gun putting a bullet in your head because, much like yourself, they were confused into thinking that money was still worth something.

Princeton Park was hidden behind a tall wrought iron fence, black in color, that sat atop a stone wall. The fence continued like this for about one-hundred feet in either direction of the main gate into the community before turning into a tall stone wall easily seven feet tall. The community very much enjoyed their privacy from the rest of the world and the wall provided it. It didn't however provide much in the way of protection from the undead. When the world went to shit they thought they were safe in their homes behind their wall and that they didn't need to do anything. But that proved to be a dangerous and ultimately deadly way of thinking. The undead found them and they soon became part of the shambling horde. Maybe had they not just sat on their laurels and taken the time too better fortify their little private sanctuary they may have fared better.

But that was then and this is now. The tenants that once called the place home were all dead. Zombies got some of them, the world got the rest. Some of the houses had been looted, some of them left alone, but all were left abandoned. In a bid too expand their ever growing community, one that had started to grow rather crowded, and in a bid too further reach out into the world Victoria went looking for another place to start a second community nearby. They soon found Princeton Park, once a street of fancy homes full of the cities wealthiest left abandoned, tended too only by the undead who shambled around aimlessly inside. Once it had been cleared of the zombies that wandered around behind the tall stone walls the work began.

The first order of business was fortification. They further fortified the walls that surrounded the compound and the vulnerable gate that led into the compound. The next order of business was a secondary exit out the rear of the community so they were not trapped behind the walls with one way in and one way out. Then the work began on a solar farm to help power the community. They had a pretty good start on this project since the gated community already had several rows of large solar panels installed in various locations throughout the community as well as some of the larger homes already having solar panels installed on their roofs, something of a trend among the homes in the private community as they experimented with the idea of being more electric-grid independent. Those worked to their advantage in powering the community where both electricity and through that actual air conditioning in the homed was concerned with each of the homes hooked up to both the main city provided electrical grid and already hooked up to the electrical grid provided by the solar panels. In the end, it was a huge blessing in disguise.

Then came a rainwater collection system and purification system. The system was simple. Two large plastic drums scavenged from out in the world were situated beneath a large tilted roof made of corrugated metal sheeting that drained the water down into a gutter system covered over by mesh gutter filters to filter out leaves and other large debris. The water then passes through a coarser filter, filtering out even more of the larger debris. After leaving the coarse filter, the water is run down a pipe and through a fine filter where it is further cleansed before it enters one of the two 2,000-gallon storage tanks. As it is passed through this fine filter, it is also chlorinated with a slow-dissolving chlorine tablet. Filtering and chlorinating the water before it reaches the tank significantly lowers the amount of maintenance required to keep the tank clean.

The crops for food and livestock they could raise and eat came next, an easier task all things considered. Several animal pens had been build in some empty acreage near the front gate where they kept smaller animals such as chickens and the like. Near the cul-de-sac out in the empty field where there was once plans for more houses in the gated community where a few small fields full of various crops that were easier too maintain, small gardens that could provide the community with vegetables. Then they had a storage shed and drums for all of the fuel they collected over time, stored with fuel stabilizer found in abandoned automotive stores. The fuel storage was located on the other end of the cul-de-sac away from everything else due to it's volatile nature. A small out building located at the end of the small dead-end street that turned off to the right just before the cul-de-sac was being used as the armory, where they stored all of their weapons, ammunition and other scavenged supplies of that nature under lock and key.

The first line of defense for the community against the outside world is the tall stone wall that separates the community from the rest of the world. The wall issue concrete wall with faux stone and intermittent concrete pillars decorated with more faux stone half pieces. The front of the wall facing out has been further fortified in places with aluminum roofing and steel sheets when they can find them, scavenged off rooftops or from home improvement stores as well as barbed wire and razor wire when they found it out in the wild which serve to make trying to scale the wall far more difficult and painful.

The top of the wall has been decorated in rows of concertina wire scavenged from various businesses who used it to protect their business or the product they sold. Inside the wall scaffolding-style platforms have been built to allow the community to stand and look out over the wall as a way of dealing with potential attackers from behind the wall. RVs and other vehicles have been used in places too shore up the walls from the inside, further fortifying them. Some of these vehicles are the unmistakably yellow school buses belonging to a local school district that were scavenged from a local bus yard. Some of them were used in evacuation attempts, the rest left sitting full of diesel fuel after a day spent picking children up and delivering them to their destination. The school buses sat abandoned in a gravel lot behind a chain link fencing and were ripe for the picking. Some of the vehicles acted also as a way of seeing out over the wall and firing on anyone, or anything, trying to get into the community.

The second line of defense beyond that is several rows of wooden pikes, palisades situated in an X configuration, meant too slow down or stop any zombies trying to reach the compound.

1: Aimee, Jessica, Alyssa, Kaisha.
2: Brooke, Amira, Mila, Sasha.
3: Colton, Casey, Tanner, Jay.
4: Kirby, Edward, Hewitt.
5: Holly/Avery, Abigail/Addison, Cora, Hope/Lauren, Samara.
6: Charity/Amber, Samantha/Dwight, Lara.
7: Empty
8: Empty
9: Empty
10: Empty
11: Empty


The houses themselves were all multi-bedroom multi-story homes with fancy facades of brick and stone that spoke of the money the people that lived there had. There were eleven of them in total situated on either side of a paved drive that ended at a cul-de-sac with two half-acre vacant lots. The entire community was surrounded by that stone wall made up of faux stone and concrete between concrete pillars. In the center of the gated community was a small pond that once had a fountain of water as it's centerpiece. The fountain of water that shot skyward before raining back down into the pond no longer works but the pond remains.

A Lenco Bearcat armored police vehicle in a tan color that once belonged to a local Sheriff's outfit before the shit hit the fan. It now sits on the Princeton community, parked inside the walls for use on short excursions outside the walls of the community where an armored vehicle is preferred. It isn't very good for long distance runs thanks to it's horrible gas mileage but for short little trips close to the community they enjoy using it for the protection it provides.



Much like Victoria the community has it's own council that made decisions for the good of the community and kept the community safe. The members include those listed below. Out of the members they all brought expertise too the table in some form or fashion as much as one could. Avery brought determination and street smarts, both her and Holly traveling their way across the United States from New York city after the big apple went to shit, rotten to the core with undead. They both brought with them a lot of experience and an intuition for the world they lived in now that not very many people had. Aimee was a sign-language interpreter with a wide knowledge of several languages but she brought some determination and good sense to the table, someone you wanted at your back. Amira was a clinical psychologist before shit hit the fan, a very calm and collected woman who fit right in on the council. Then you had Kirby. He was a science teacher before it all went to shit and had a lot of skill and expertise in electronics, electrical engineering and mechanical engineering. If you needed something designed and built he could probably do it and if he couldn't do it then give him some time to figure it out. Finally you had Edward, a former Warrant Officer in the Special Forces with several tours of duty in combat zones over seas. At one point in time he couldn't even talk openly about over half of the missions he went on but that is all moot now. With this however came some pretty deadly skills that he utilizes to keep his own ass and the asses of those he cares for alive.

Community PCs/NPCs: Holly, Avery, Boston Group, Oregon Group, Washington State Group, Idaho Group, Eugene Group. (38 total members.)