Summary: Main Street Attica

e a seemingly normal town. They had thrown a rooster tail of dust and gravel for miles on empty country roads only to come to this place. They had returned to Attica. They came in on a road so covered in grit that their passage was marked by two long gray stripes torn through the sandy dust. The truck rolled down Main Street Attica with a speed born of the confidence that traffic was a thing of the past. At the edge of town, past an abandoned public swimming pool, where the houses started to thin out, were the towering walls of Attica Correctional Facility. It looked like a medieval fortress, with its watchtowers poking above massive, impenetrable expanses of featureless concrete. The walls disappeared into the far darkness, seemingly never-ending.