“The future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."

Colt 629. AKM. Remington 870. Detonics 1911.

You separate the upper receiver from the lower as you make a mental checklist of the weapons you need to take along. You remove the charging handle and slide out the bolt carrier group. Release the buffer tube and check its spring. The gun is a little dry, but just as clean as you left it. In the anxious moments before combat, you find a kind of zen in cleaning and oiling your weapons whether they’ve been used or not. Staring into the setting golden sun, you survey the landscape of your cumulative life and wonder how you made it this far. Once, you were a clueless and carefree waitress with nothing to do but go out on the town and meet boys. Until that fateful night with Kyle.

All these years later, you no longer see that timid girl when you look in the mirror. It is your proudest accomplishment. You’ve become the strongest person you’ve ever even heard of. You had to. For him. Your thoughts keep bringing you back to Dyson. You break out in a cold sweat as you look at John and the machine sworn to protect him. You could leave while he’s occupied. You hoped you’d never have to kill a human being to save the human race, but you knew it was a possibility. If it means averting Judgement Day and John living a normal life, then there is no question.
Time to go.

In an insane world, it is the sanest choice.

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Scent notes:
Everything you’d find riding the breeze at Enrique’s desert sanctuary.
Leather, juniper, gun oil, and gunpowder.
Motor oil, black pepper, cactus flower, a hint of vanilla.
and of course, woodsmoke, tequila, and lime.

A sonata for the prepper, the paragon, the unbreakable. For the hope of all mankind.
Inspired by one of the best sequels ever made, Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991)


Details:
15 charcoal backflow scent cones per tin
Approx. burn time: 20-25 minutes each/12-15 hour scent linger