Adventure and suspense in a treacherous new world
OUT OF THE RUINS OF THE APOCALYPSE, A NEW CIVILIZATION BEGINS...
In the blasted heart of the new America, Ryan Cawdor and his band of warrior-survivalists search for hidden caches of food, weapons and technology—the legacy of a preholocaust society—stashed in lonely outposts known as redoubts.
When Ryan ingests bacteria-infested food, he lies near death—his body paralyzed but his mind traveling rapidly back to his early days in the Deathlands... moving through the southwest on post-nuke vehicles called warwags... and his run-in with the Baron.
Towse, near what was once Albuquerque, is a ville in a freakishly beautiful landscape populated by scabbies and armed Apaches. Baron Alias Carson and his bejeweled wife, Sharona, welcome Ryan, J.B. Dix and the Tracker to their treacherous would.
In the Deathlands the past is a dream. The future is a nightmare.
"I'll drop the door," J.B. offered, reaching for the outside control lever.
As the Armorer touched the green lever, the sec door fell—not slowly, controlled by a mass of hydraulics and pistons, but all at once, with the infinite deadweight of solid vanadium steel. Hundreds of tons crashed to the concrete floor, nearly taking J.B. with it.
"Rad-blast it!" he cursed, jumping back with the agility of a hunting puma.
The whole place shook. Dust and flakes of stone fell from the ceiling, creating their own choking fog. Ryan dropped to his hands and knees, cradling his head, ready for a major cave-in. But the echoes of the fallen door were swallowed up in the muffling stillness. Nothing more came away from the ceiling and walls.
As the air cleared, everyone looked at the sec door. It didn't seem to be damaged, but the concrete around its base was severely cracked. J.B. tried the control lever. He pushed gently, then put more of his weight against it. The tendons in his neck tightened under the strain, and a vein throbbed at his temple. But nothing happened.
"Trapped," Jak announced.
The monosyllable said it all.