From the rubble of the future comes potential... and peril
The ravaged landscape that was America two centuries ago is now blighted by post-nuclear holocaust savagery. Still, there remain pockets of preDark technology that may offer undiscovered paths to reclaiming the future. Ryan Cawdor and his companions have faced most kinds of horror that Deathlands can deliver—and survived. This merciless place can break even the strongest, but it has yet to destroy hope.
Place of Promise
Denver offers a glimpse of that very hope—a power plant, electricity, food and freedom. But the city is caught in a civil war between two would-be leaders and their civilian armies. Challenged by both sides to do their bidding, Ryan discovers a third player in the quest to control the mile-high city—a secret enclave of White Coats with the strength and technology to pursue a twisted agenda of their own.
Tomorrow is never just a brand-new day in the Deathlands.
Heedless of his own injuries, J.B. bolted to his side, firing his Uzi through the veil of smoke. Grabbing Ryan by the legs, he dragged him back to the wall. "How bad is it?"
"Not... good. I know that much," Ryan gritted. He brought his trembling neck muscles under control to look down at his shoulders, seeing a lot of blood and the jagged end of a bone poking up through the skin.
J.B. gingerly explored the wound. "This is going to hurt a lot." The Armorer eased himself under his old friend's right arm, eliciting a groan of pain from him as he gripped his head tight to keep him in place.
When J.B. stood, Ryan nearly passed out from the agony shooting through his shoulders. The Armorer half dragged the one-eyed man forward, intent on getting clear of the underground pit and getting help for Ryan...