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Chapter XXVIII
The most powerful man in the free world climbed up a ladder and stepped out of the high tech underground bunker. The generator had run out of fuel, the solar array was in shambles and the batteries were dead. He hadn't heard from the outside world in three months. His wife and children had been secreted away near their home town. He was to be rejoined with them once the crisis had been averted. That day didn't come.
Hungry, tired, unshaven and smelling really bad, the President of The United States of America looked like a crazed homeless person. That is exactly what he was,
Commander in Chief of the greatest military on the face of the earth. Where are my troops, my minions, my officers, my friends, my family, my food, my water, my limo, my helicopter, my jet, my God?
He staggers across an abandoned and destroyed military base without a clue as to what to do or which way to go. He smells smoke from a wood fire and heads that direction. The President follows his nose.