A small farming community in the Thumb of Michigan. Filled with loving, intelligent people. It is unique in that it is barely touched by time. Although many of the younger generations are forced to leave Deckerville to find gainful employment, they always consider it home. Deckerville made us who we are and we will always return. It is the type of place where everyone knows not only who you are, but who your parents and grandparents are. The people there are uninterested in growth. They have no desire to spread their borders. They only wish to live in peace on the land they were born to and will die on. In a world filled with violence, and stress, metal, concrete and noise and confusion...it is a safe place. Everyone should be so lucky to have a Deckerville to return home to.
When the Zombie apocalypse comes the jerk who wrote the first definition will wish he lived in Deckerville.
The small and worthless town, that will soon be in the shits because no one there wants to make advancements in life and use new technology. but rather keep it as a shitty little farming town.
You know, every small town that is stubborn is gonna end up like Deckerville.