Splinterland lies in the heart of the Nuclear Dead Zone. It's a wind-scoured nightmare of broken, flattened timber covering thousands upon thousands of square kilometers. You would have to be a fool, you would have to be mad, you would have to be desperate, lost or insane to venture into the maze of uncharted trails and snow-covered deadfalls. Or... you would have to be a mutant hunter.
Leon Miller's life is spiraling out of control. In Splinterland it will only get worse. The chase is taking its toll. But what the hell did he expect?