Adventure and suspense in the midst of the new reality
DAYS OF RECKONING
The nuclear conflagration that had nearly consumed the world generations ago stripped away most of its bounty, throwing survivors back to more savage ways of existence. Amid the ruins, Ryan Cawdor leads the daring few who wage a grim battle in a quest for a better future.
As elsewhere in the Deathlands, what remains of the Sunshine State is ruled by tooth and claw and unbridled instinct. It's an alien, inhospitable terrain of sulphur pits and lethal geysers, inhabited by mutated life-forms. Here Ryan finds that survival demands hard and fast choices, and unexpected alliances. To hold his band of warrior survivalists together, he comes to an agonizing crossroads, torn by a debt to the past and loyalty to the present.
Hope died in the Deathlands, but the will to live goes on.
Ryan way shocked at the wide-eyed look of horror on Krysty's face
"What?" he whispered.
"Oh, Earth Mother! Back. Must turn back now. Feel desperate danger behind us. Turn back." She pushed past Ryan, running clumsily past the others, nearly knocking over Abe.
Krysty grabbed at Trader's sleeve. "Stop!" she hissed. "We have to go back, Trader. I can feel it. Very, very strong. Behind us."
The woman stared behind her, into the dark bank of fog that was all around them like an encircling wall. "Something's gone triple-wrong, Trader. Mebbe they know we're coming. I can't tell what it is."
Ryan started to go back toward where they'd left the ten sec men, but Trader called to him.
"Goin' somewhere, Ryan?"
"You heard her. Krysty gets a feeling as strong as this one, then you take note of it."
"She doesn't know what it is, but she feels something might've gone wrong." Trader laughed and shook his head. "We keep goin'."
For a moment nobody moved.
Then the sound came from behind them, to the east a terrible piercing scream of soul-tearing pain and despair.