"A true thing is hard to come by." Graffiti was rarely so insightful. Anyway, the message was fading to the grey of an overcast dusk, and a chill lived in the wind that the night seemed eager to deliver. Sam kept biking - he had a date with the town dam, and in 2042 eastern Tennessee, you showed up.

Time was no longer a suggestion in Tennessee, it was a demand. The dam powered the town, and the town powered the clock.

This was years after the US splintered apart in the aftermath of the final Q-Rebellion. It was hard, knowing how those people died, sacrificed themselves really, trusting the plan, only to see it come to fruition...

But that was no matter. This was the last remaining bastion of American Civilization.

Few people in the before-times would ever suspect Tennessee of being a bastion of civilization. Those that thought of the place often thought of backwoods hicks. And to be fair, they weren't wrong.

But they never thought of Oak Ridge. Especially not the Oak Ridge National Lab. All those smart folks, all those scientists, living together in the middle of no-where, Tennessee. It sure did make for an interesting end-of-days, especially after those bastards at CERN accidentally released Lucifer.

That no longer mattered. Sam had to go to the dam. That dam that supplied the power. The dam that supplied the water. The dam that fed the clock.

If your trying to pull an A.American here you got a long way to go. angry american posted for along time on a survivalist forum.

@Theodore_Kent